The employees who had been about to come in quickly retreated at his words, and the atmosphere fell silent.
Boss Huang's face turned deathly pale.
Martial artists weren't ordinary people. The more you knew about them, the more you understood how frightening they could be.
Their positions might not be high, and their personal authority might not be great, but they were held in the highest regard and enjoyed special treatment from the state. No one would offend a martial artist for no reason. And when martial artists committed crimes, as long as the offenses weren't too egregious, people often turned a blind eye and didn't investigate too closely.
Boss Huang hurriedly forced out a smile more wretched than a grimace. "Little brother, it was a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Look at me, blind as a bat, unable to recognize Mount Tai!"
"What about the money?"
"I'll pay it right away, of course." Cold sweat streamed down Boss Huang's forehead as he spoke with emphatic certainty. Anyone who dared to cheat a martial artist out of his money was practically asking to die.
"Then let's go to your office?"
"Of course, of course!"
Chen Shouyi hauled Boss Huang out of the reception room and swept his gaze coldly around. All the employees quickly averted their eyes, pretending nothing was wrong, their whole bodies trembling with fear.
He snorted and strode into the general manager's office, tossing Boss Huang to the floor.
Mother Chen followed behind without saying a word. Her face gave nothing away as she walked in after them.
Boss Huang scrambled awkwardly to his feet and sat down. His hands trembling, he opened the account book on his computer and forced out a smile. "The total comes to 3.83 million. Auntie Jiang, please check—is that the right amount?"