"Mr. Elevator didn't do it on purpose."
The cleaner said softly.
"What exactly happened?"
Liu Zheng's tone was stern.
"Maybe the cleaning felt too good and he couldn't hold back, so Mr. Elevator's shaking was a little too intense."
The cleaner explained.
"One cleaner and he was already shaking. With three cleaners, wouldn't he just take off? Just wait until I get back and deal with him."
He sneered.
What couldn't hold back? He was obviously just too lazy to hold back.
"Don't make things too hard for him. It's better to keep things harmonious between colleagues."
The cleaner advised.
She had even stayed in a place like the Eleventh Floor. What did a few superficial wounds matter?
"Don't worry. He won't die."
The death penalty could be waived, but living punishment was unavoidable.
If he let this slide after being disrespected like that, how was he supposed to get by in the Restaurant?
"Mm."
The cleaner answered, sweetness welling up in her heart.
"Xiaomei, once you're done cleaning, bring me the bag on top of the safe."
Nile Doctor instructed.
"Yes, Doctor."
After cleaning up the filth, the cleaner turned and went into the inner room, then dragged out a bag.
"This is the five hundred thousand I promised you. I know you like throwing money around, so I specially prepared plenty of small-denomination bills."
Nile Doctor pointed at the bag.
"No wonder it looked like so much. Thank you, Doctor."
Liu Zheng opened the bag and saw bundles upon bundles of banknotes sorted by denomination. Just looking at them was stress-relieving.
He did not bother counting them and directly stored them in his system space.
"Alright, now it's time to fulfill another promise."
Nile Doctor said.
"You mean Ra's Grace?"
"That's right."
Nile Doctor nodded.
"Perfect."
He was