Shen Zhou said with a grin, "Set conditions, huh? First, President Xiong wanted Chen Dawei to help me get my job back and offered him a card with more than twenty thousand yuan, which he threw on the ground. I must make him pick it up and deliver an apology to President Xiong."
"Besides, this has deeply hurt President Xiong's heart, so there should be some compensation, right?"
Song Zhikun glared at Chen Dawei and commanded, "Pick up that card and take it to President Xiong. Apologize to him. If he doesn't forgive you, I'll make sure you're dead meat!"
"And compensate one hundred thousand yuan!"
Chen Dawei's face was a picture of misery. "Manager Song, I... I don't have one hundred thousand yuan. All my savings went into buying you that watch."
Song Zhikun sneered. "The watch will do. You can give it to President Xiong to wear. That should be worth one hundred thousand yuan, right, Doctor Shen?"
He looked at Shen Zhou, hoping to please him.
