Anyway, with gritted teeth, after Liu Zhizhong hung up the phone, the deposit for Villa No. 9 had been prepaid, a sum of ten thousand yuan.
The Zhang Family did business in Yangzhou with such dominance. Pay first, then consume, whether you like it or not. There were always plenty of people willing to patronize the Zhang Family's business.
In Yangzhou, any business the Zhang Family Members took a liking to, as long as they wanted in, was welcomed by others, often offering them a share of the profits.
Of course, with the Zhang Family's overwhelming power in Yangzhou, any business they were involved in made money for them and others. Even if a business incurred losses, it wouldn't affect them—it would only affect the state and the people.
Later, nearing noon, Liu Zhizhong didn't eat at the City Committee cafeteria but drove off directly to invite Zhang Xueyao to lunch at the Donghu Street Office in the Southern District.
Only in this way could he appear sincere, right?
