Suddenly, Hei Sanye's cold sweat broke out.
Gao Song and the others felt their legs turn to jelly, and they nearly knelt on the ground.
Hei Sanye trembled, "Mr. Du Er, I actually think it's better to leave a lifeline for the Gao Family. They would serve you even better. After all, if you seize the Gao Family's assets in Changming City, you will need a lot of people to manage them and help you make money."
"Many in the Gao Family have extensive experience. Gao Song can help you, sir. They could be your subordinates."
Mr. Du Er laughed, then carelessly tossed aside the glass, still half-filled with fine wine.
Bang!
It shattered to pieces.
He dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "I only want assets, not people. I have plenty of people in the provincial city, waiting to be thrown out to work and make money for me. Those from the Gao Family, including you—"
"And those in this establishment, in my eyes, are nothing but trash."
