Lu Chengwu walked over. "Brother, let's call it even for you hitting me today. I won't pursue it!"
Lu Chengwen had been lost in thought. Hearing this, he looked up. "You won't pursue it?"
"That's right! I forgive you! But you can't target my business partners!"
Lu Chengwen sprang to his feet. "Cut the crap. How much profit did you promise them?"
Lu Chengwu got worked up too. "Don't put on airs with me. You taught me everything I know! Now you decide to be a good person, and I'm supposed to let you pull my strings like some puppet? I've made up my mind! I won't stop until I bleed those two idiots dry!"
"You're courting death!" Lu Chengwen moved to hit him.
Long Aotian and the strategist stood between them, holding Lu Chengwen back, while Zhao Gang held Lu Chengwu.
Luo Shiyin's expression could not have been more awkward. "They're laying all their cards on the table? Did Long Aotian hear that clearly?"
Qi Meishao shook her head. "He probably can't hear anything anymore. Those two have both gone deaf."
Lu Chengwu said, "A fifty-percent profit margin? Who does business like that!? Give them fifty percent, and what the hell are you making? Do it my way—a three-hundred-percent profit!"
Lu Chengwen snapped, "Cut the crap! You shear wool slowly. If you strip a sheep bare in one go, do you think it won't react?"
"I have my own rhythm. You're just jealous of my talent!"
"You don't have talent for shit! Let me tell you, you're not the only one in this room capable of playing those two fools like idiots!"
"Is that polite!?" Long Aotian roared, shoving the two men apart as he panted. "Is that polite!?"
The strategist pushed Lu Chengwen back. "Talk it out slowly.