"Oh, this is too much, really, this is too much, Director Liu. You're far too kind."
Xia Chuanliu grinned from ear to ear, though anyone with eyes could see he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.
"No, no. Being able to give Director Xia a gift is my honor. Truly, my honor." Liu Guang's mouth twitched. He was deeply reluctant, but it seemed he had no choice but to take a major hit.
"How about this? Why don't you go inside first, Director Liu? I still have other guests to welcome." Xia Chuanliu gestured invitingly.
Liu Guang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. If that bastard kept extorting him, he'd probably end up vomiting blood right there. He'd better hurry up and get away from this bloodsucker.
"Feels great."
Xia Chuanliu felt wonderfully refreshed, as if he'd finally turned the tables and become the master. Just think how arrogant Liu Guang had been back then—a dignified director of the City Management Bureau, a powerful man with thousands of people under him.
A nobody like Xia Chuanliu could play mahjong with him every day, even deliberately lose to him, and still not earn so much as a glance. More than ten years had passed, and he was still just a low-ranking city management officer.
But look at things now. The wheel of fortune had turned, and this fellow had come scurrying over to give him a gift. Even though Xia Chuanliu had extorted him to his face, Liu Guang hadn't dared utter a peep.
Even if Xia Chuanliu had slapped him across the face, Liu Guang could only have said it was a good slap.
"Huh? Isn't that my cousin Ma Guo? You came too?" Xia Chuanliu spotted a middle-aged man in a white suit sneaking in, apparently trying to slip past