Yan Fei didn't need to nod; he already had his answer.
His expression changed, and he roared at Jin Er, who was shrinking and cowering, "Get over here, and explain yourself, what exactly happened?"
The situation was really quite simple. Brother Hao, at least in this matter, had done something quite impressive. He had instructed Jin Er to deliver sixty thousand yuan—fifty thousand as a deposit, and an additional ten thousand as compensation for the loss of the people from out of town. Although it wasn't much, it was the thought that counted.
The demands were not high—just to get the deposit receipt for Guo Jingya, and then he would deal with the bastard who ran the hotel. With the deposit receipt in hand, he wouldn't lose a dime, and sooner or later, he'd make that bastard cough up every last cent.
