Zhao Qiqiang had always been arrogant, speaking with a condescending tone.
Zhang Heng wasn't one to be easily intimidated. After running the market for years, his partners treated him like an Old Buddha. When had he ever been subjected to such insolence?
Zhang Heng's face darkened. "Zhao Qiqiang, I hope you can calm down before speaking to me."
"Secretary, show them out!"
Zhang Heng shouted, and the young secretary entered from outside, looking awkwardly at Zhao Qiqiang and his mother. "Our President Zhang is very busy. If you need an appointment, please leave!"
"Appointment?"
In an instant, Zhao Qiqiang erupted in fury. Bang! He slammed his palm on Zhang Heng's desk, shouting, "Zhang Heng, when you took my money, where was the appointment? Now you talk about an appointment?"
"Get out!"
