Xue Mengyu held the contract with both hands, feeling delighted as she looked at the increasing number of contracts.
But now, because of Zhao Qiqiang's words, people started to take away their contracts one after another.
Xue Mengyu pleaded with the person in front of her: "President Su, haven't you always had great hopes for this project?"
"Can you reconsider?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Xue. I really can't. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. Their safety is more important than making money!"
President Su, looking troubled, blushed and snatched his contract from Xue Mengyu's hands.
"You..."
Xue Mengyu wanted to say something more, but immediately someone else took the opportunity to grab another contract. Watching the contracts in her hands diminish, like cooked ducks flying away, she glared at Zhao Qiqiang with bloodshot eyes: "Get out!"
"I have nothing to do with you. I ask you to leave!"
