"Elder Mr. Zhou, look at what you're saying. If I give you some time, will my boss give me any time? My boss said that today we must take those people back, lest the night is long and dreams aplenty," she said with an implication.
She spoke with intent.
Elder Mr. Zhou had a surge of anger lodged in his throat. If one could truly spew blood from rage, he would probably have done so already.
"Granny Hua, must you press my Zhou family so?" he asked, angered.
"How am I pressing you? It is your Zhou family that is pressing me," Granny Hua replied, not at all bothered by his stern face as she casually flicked her wrist.
"Elder Mr. Zhou, here's something you won't like to hear. If your family really can't make ends meet, then sell whatever needs to be sold. In business, one must honor their commitments. Is it over just by handing over these servant contracts to our pawnshop?
