The man with the thick golden chain looked at the agreement, which was clear and concise. Under Li Fei's icy gaze, he had no choice but to write down his own name.
Then, under Li Fei's coercion, the group scraped together over sixty thousand yuan with difficulty, more than thirty thousand of which came out of the thick golden chain man's own pocket.
Li Fei cast a cold glance at them, his eyes filled with contempt. These people usually lived it up with delicacies and flaunted their power, but they were actually pathetic – more than a dozen of them together couldn't even come up with a hundred thousand yuan. To live to such an age and still be muddling through life, what use were they besides producing manure?
Li Fei did not mince his words as he berated them, causing their faces to turn red and their ears to burn, yet they dared not retort a single word.
