"No..."
Old Lady Luo's words were cut off as a deep voice came through the phone.
"Boss Gao, what brings you to call me?"
Gao Shou glanced at the despondent Old Lady Luo and smiled faintly, "Boss He, I'm thinking of placing an 'Dark Flower' for ten million. Any problems with that?"
On the other end of the phone, He Chen said indifferently, "No problem, we at Jucail Commercial Association have nothing else in Jiangling City but plenty of people."
"Just tell me who the 'Dark Flower' is for, and I can assure you that within three days, heh heh..."
His tone was calm, his speech neither fast nor slow, yet it conveyed an eerily cold sensation.
Luo Yuantu, who had already been frightened once by Wei Gang, was now absolutely terrified upon hearing that He Chen, even more fearsome than Wei Gang, was coming after his family.
"Boss Gao... Boss Gao, let's talk this over calmly. This money..."
Luo Zitong was somewhat confused, "Grandma, what does 'Dark Flower' mean?"
