Furong Real Estate Company.
The manager's office.
"Manager, we're back."
Several men walked in carrying briefcases.
Inside the office, a slick-haired man leaned back in a leather chair. He patted the alluring woman sitting on his lap, signaling for her to get up, then took a drag from his cigarette and said,
"How did it go?"
The employees glanced at one another, then shook their heads with bitter smiles. "That girl kicked us out."
The manager snorted. "You little brat. How dare you go against me? Are you itching for a beating?"
The woman beside him reminded him, "Mister Ding, Chang Qing from 'Thunderfire' gave us a warning. We can't use force in this matter."
The slick-haired man sneered. "Thunderfire? What the hell is it? Our Gangrong Group was willing to invest in them, and instead of being grateful, they refuse to cooperate with our work."
"Although our Furong is just a small company under the group, we represent the dignity of Gangrong."
"For the sake of a few damn brats, Thunderfire has warned us time and time again. Clearly, they don't take our group seriously."
He pointed at a model on the table. "That courtyard is all that's left. Once we get it, the entire street will belong to us."
"Then we'll buy the Old House at a discount and turn it into entertainment venues like bars and casinos. After that, we can just sit back and collect the money."
"But now, those brats refuse to sell no matter what, dragging out my plans again and again."
"If those little bastards won't let me live in peace, I won't let them enjoy peaceful lives either."
The slick-haired man pointed at the woman. "You, go find Ghost Shark. Have him figure out a way to cause an accident and make