Wang Daniu had hardly had a moment to relax after returning from the police station when Jinhua came looking for him in a hurry.
"Boss, you better go check it out, there's trouble at the clinic we're renovating, and now it's gotten so bad we can't work."
"What's going on? Tell me slowly." Wang Daniu saw that Jinhua was out of breath, so he quickly went over to ask.
"Early this morning, a gang of youths showed up. Without saying a word, they drove our decoration team out and even threatened to smash the place. I barely managed to escape to notify you."
"That happened? How many of them are there?" Wang Daniu urgently asked.
There were about seven or eight decorators who were unexpectedly evicted; surely it was not a small number.
Jin Hai took a deep breath: "No idea, it was just a huge crowd."
Someone daring to target his clinic was something Wang Daniu could not tolerate.
