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"Bang————."
"Director Gu————."
"Director Gu————."
Two urgent voices arose—one from a high-ranking official at Junhua, the other from a company president who had been dining together.
Gu Jiangnian lost his temper that day, lifting his foot and kicking over the chair next to him; the person along with the chair toppled to the ground.
Xu Fang was terrified and quickly circled around to press down on Gu Jiangnian's shoulder, fearing he would start hitting people and cause some unsavory news to emerge.
"Director Gu, please calm down," someone began to persuade.
"You're really something, aren't you? With nothing but your rotten mouth, you fancy yourself instructing others on how to live, suggesting they should be put in a pig cage or kneel in the ancestral hall? Business must indeed be beneath you; you should be amending the constitution, don't you agree? How dare you, in front of me, spew filthy words and still have the audacity to question me?"
