Unchangeable? Having received Feng Jun's instructions, He Runxian's attitude became noticeably firmer. He sneered.
"Save that nonsense. It doesn't matter if you offend me, but there are some people you simply can't afford to offend. Understand?"
President Bell was furious at his attitude. He was a banker, after all, someone who could stir up the market with a wave of his hand.
By comparison, He Runxian was far beneath him—those in industry were naturally a notch below those in finance.
Bell was not much older either, only two years older than He Runxian. Used to being flattered, he could not tolerate opposition from a nobody.
Unable to reach an agreement with He Runxian, he went to He Huiqing instead. "Old He, does your nephew have some issue with me?"
"Could you help settle this? If it isn't convenient for you to handle it, I can let Hesheng headquarters know."
He Huiqing knew the whole story well and also disliked President Bell's manner. He replied in a half-mocking tone, "If you think he isn't steady enough, don't use him... I don't think that fellow is all that steady himself."
After President Bell hung up, his expression shifted unpredictably for quite a while before he finally snorted. "Using me as a stepping stone? Heh, stones can trip people too."
Yet he forgot that while he was fussing over Pioneer Bank's dignity, many people lacked medicine and food and could not even afford nutritional supplements.
Feng Jun seized this brief window to enter the Void. This time, he remained outside the Void for half a year, which amounted to five years inside. Many people were already nearing their limit.
The Void's erosion of their bodies was one issue; loneliness was another. They might all be True Adepts or True Immortals, capable of staying