Cao Ming's lip twitched, and he knew that asking for Zhou Qing's cooperation again would definitely take some effort, but he never expected Zhou Qing to be so blatant in refusing him.
He clenched his fist and suppressed his anger, his voice becoming a bit hoarse, "Director Zhou, more friends means more paths, more enemies means more walls. You are a smart person, you should understand what I mean, right?"
In an instant, the private room was filled with the smell of gunpowder; it was clearly a threat.
Wang Xu and Wu Yafei were not the same; being able to open a tearoom in Ziyang City meant they were certainly not ordinary figures. In their business, they often dealt with all kinds of people. Hearing Cao Ming say this, Wang Xu grabbed his chopsticks in one hand, glaring at Cao Ming and waiting for Zhou Qing to give the word, ready to take action.
