In the dimly lit office, Sun Gang leaned back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his face. Chief Pang, a seasoned government official, sat across from him, his expression a mix of skepticism and caution.
"Young Master Sun, as I mentioned before, I've already made a commitment to someone else regarding the ancient scroll," Chief Pang stated, attempting to maintain a firm stance.
Sun Gang's tone dripped with arrogance as he responded, "Chief Pang, you're well aware of the financial contributions my family makes to this city. Imagine what would happen if the Sun family decided to stop its generous donations. Millions every year, Chief. How would the city cope with such a loss?"
Chief Pang loosened his tie, feeling the metaphorical noose tightening around him. He took a deep breath before responding, "Young Master Sun, the city is grateful for the Sun family's contributions, but we cannot compromise our principles for the sake of financial support."
