Li Ye agreed to give Master Kang more money. Both sides were delighted, and Shang Bin and Cong Jinhong were equally pleased.
Once the bidding evaluation ended, Shang Bin immediately had Cong Jinhong draft the contract and prepared to notify Wang Bingxian to send someone over to sign it.
But before Shang Bin could notify Wang Bingxian, Wang Bingxian called him first.
"Old Shang, did you hire Kang Zhizhong to oversee the project?"
"Kang Zhizhong?"
Shang Bin froze for a moment, then suddenly understood. "Li Ye did bring along a half-aged old man surnamed Kang today. He wore a face like his parents had died, making everyone hate the sight of him. What about it? You know him?"
Wang Bingxian sneered. "Know him? There isn't anyone in Beijing's construction circle who doesn't know him. Replace him immediately. Don't go looking for trouble."
Shang Bin paused, then said doubtfully, "It can't be that serious, can it? Li Ye even took the initiative to recommend Honghua Company today. If this Master Kang you're talking about is really that formidable..."
"I know better than you what kind of person he is."
Wang Bingxian cut Shang Bin off directly, his tone sharp. "Old Shang, what we're doing is walking a tightrope. Do you understand what walking a tightrope means? Not the slightest risk can be tolerated. Letting someone like Kang Zhizhong supervise the project—have you lost your mind?"
"Whether I've lost my mind isn't for you to judge."
Shang Bin was angered as well. He was, after all, the head of a group. Wang Bingxian was only a broker, not even the person behind him. What right did he have to question him so aggressively?
Wang Bingxian spent all day mingling among the powerful and influential, serving as a bridge of communication. Had he