The ancients say that there are no coincidences in the creation of literature, but this is too coincidental, right? He had just accepted a bribe, planning to coerce Zhang Ming, and then re-rent the entire floor to someone else. Not only could he collect more rent and enhance his performance, but he could also rake in quite a few benefits.
He thought he had done thorough research, assuming that Zhang Ming, who was unfamiliar with Jinling City and had his roots in Ninghai City, would be easy to bully—malleable like putty. He could shape him however he wanted. But now he was the fool, as Ye Fan turned out to be Zhang Ming's friend. Now that Ye Fan was the boss here, dealing with him would be a matter of just a few words.
"Is this all true?" the property manager asked with a trembling voice.
