His annual salary alone was around twenty million, not counting bonuses.
Multiply that tenfold, and his annual income would break a hundred million!
Not to mention the twenty percent equity stake in the project. If it succeeded, it would be a mountain of gold and silver!
"Thank you, Young Master Tang. How could Zhou dare not serve you like a dog or horse?"
He bowed deeply to Tang Yu in gratitude.
"It's nothing. You earned it. Hurry up, pack up, and get going. Once the project is finished, we'll have a drink together."
Tang Yu waved him off, telling the old bastard to get lost already.
Otherwise, with Ye Qiu's petty nature, he definitely would not let him off later.
After being escorted into the police car, Ye Qiu finally understood why Brother Tiger and the other man had not come to help him.
From inside the car, he saw Brother Tiger being pulled out of a dumpster. He was lying unconscious on the ground while people nearby called an ambulance.
As for Old He—
That old bastard had already vanished without a trace.
This filled Ye Qiu with bitter resentment.
After taking a deep breath, Ye Qiu began checking the injuries inside his body.
That bastard surnamed Tang's punch had truly been terrifying.
Fortunately, the cultivation technique he practiced was special. In this short time, his injuries had already begun to slowly recover.
The scattered true qi also started gathering bit by bit.
Looking at the handcuffs on his wrists, he sneered inwardly.
Did they think something like this could hold him?
However, he did not rush to escape. Instead, he silently observed the outside, searching for an opportunity.
If he ended up in the station now, there would be no possibility of getting out except by breaking out