"Perfect, I'm waiting for him!"
Chen Dashan spoke coldly.
During this period, he had been preparing, afraid that Zhao Qiqiang wouldn't cause trouble. As long as Zhao dared to come, Chen Dashan would ensure he wouldn't leave.
...
On the other side.
Zhao Qiqiang stormed out of the Youlong Garden project center in a fury.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Zhao Qiqiang slammed the car door and shouted at his driver: "Asshole, can't you park a little closer?"
"Are you trying to make me die of heat? A bunch of brainless idiots!"
Zhao Qiqiang cursed.
He couldn't understand, in just a few days, how Chen Dashan had already built so many connections and could even use them. After some time, would he attract even more people?
Now, he could already rival him, making Xue Mengyu kick him out.
What about the future?
The more Zhao Qiqiang thought about it, the angrier he got. In his eyes, Chen Dashan was just a dog at his mercy, and letting him linger was already his greatest compassion.
