The man sincerely held out the folder in his hand, saying everything was inside.
Zhang Yang casually took it and looked up at him.
This guy... had quite the sense of propriety?
His home had been smashed to pieces, his men had been knocked flat, and even his dog had died—yet he hadn't mentioned any of it. Instead, he had proactively offered up the IOU as a gesture of goodwill?
Zhang Yang casually used a Good-Evil Detector on him.
Target: Lu Qiang Goodwill/Evil Intent toward Host: Long-standing admiration, unease, reverence
Zhang Yang blinked, finding it a little strange.
Even if Lu Qiang knew he was the owner of the Four Seasons Hotel, there was no need to behave like this, was there? He didn't exactly have a fearsome reputation.
But after thinking it over, he understood.
It was precisely the unknown that made him seem unfathomable.
Think about it: what did owning a Yinghai landmark mean in the eyes of people like them? It undoubtedly meant immense influence, unknown methods, and an air of mystery.
That was the power of imagination.
In truth, whenever stories spread about some legendary big shot, they were usually embellished through hearsay. It had always been this way, from ancient times to the present.
There was nothing strange about it.
"I'll take the IOU," Zhang Yang said casually. "I'll pay the debt."
A mere few hundred thousand was like the cost of a meal to him now. He couldn't even be bothered to take advantage of something like this.
"How could that possibly work?!" Lu Qiang became even more panicked, shaking his head repeatedly. "President Zhang, this is just a small token of my sincerity. You must accept it. Please, don't mention money."
"One thing is one thing." Zhang Yang smiled. "I'm not