No matter how much Song Xincai tried to persuade, the worker on the other end of the phone still sounded terribly uneasy.
Song Xincai thought it was just one person causing trouble, so he hung up and called another worker, but the others were also in the same state, scared and not knowing what to do.
Even when Song Xincai promised to pay each of them 20,000 in wages, only a few were tempted, while the ones afraid of dying absolutely refused to take the offer.
"Damn these useless buggers, so big and beefy, yet they're afraid of some ghosts!"
After hanging up the last call, Song Xincai was infuriated. The Gao Family's money was right in front of him, converting into more than seventy million yuan. How could Song Xincai let such a hefty piece of meat slip from his mouth?
"Boss Song, can you handle this or not, my patience has its limits," Gao Zhengang put pressure on him from the side.
