At Bai's Group celebration of victory, in the president's office of Zhang Group.
"Bang!"
An expensive ashtray smashed directly onto the handmade Italian carpet, shards scattering everywhere.
"Useless, they are all a bunch of useless trash, all this talk of international financial prowess, I see you're all nothing but a bunch of trash, unable to take down even a small Bai's Group, what's the point of hiring you, useless, all of you are useless."
Zhang Tianfeng, his face filled with rage, sat in his chair, his complexion grim to the extreme. Before him lay a laptop on which appeared a person wearing a God mask, gazing indifferently at Zhang Tianfeng.
