"What is it?"
Seeing Steward Mo and the guards' attitudes, Wei Buxin's face darkened.
"Just now... a young man came by, dressed rather shabbily. I thought he was here to cause trouble... so I just drove him away..."
Steward Mo was on the verge of tears.
"Drove him away?"
Wei Buxin swayed and nearly collapsed.
That lord was a god of wealth even the Treasure Gathering Pavilion could not stand against, yet you said he was dressed shabbily... and drove him away!
"Which way did he go? Why aren't you bringing him back at once?!"
With an enraged roar, Wei Buxin wanted nothing more than to strangle these blind fools to death.
How could they be so blind?!
What if this god of wealth got angry and refused to cooperate with them? How much money would they lose?
"Yes, yes..."
Seeing the bank president fly into a rage, how could they not realize what a terrible mistake they had made? They hurriedly rushed off, charging toward the direction where Nie Yun had disappeared.
After turning a corner and racing several hundred meters, they finally spotted the young man's back. He was moving slowly through the crowd and had not gone far.
Seeing him ahead, Steward Mo did not dare hesitate. He rushed over in a few strides, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground. "My lord, I failed to recognize Mount Tai before me. Please forgive me..."
"Uh?"
Nie Yun had not intended to leave in the first place. Seeing Steward Mo, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, kneeling on the ground and begging forgiveness, he found it somewhat strange.
Wasn't this fellow acting all high and mighty just now? How had he become like a different person in the blink of an eye?
Puzzled, he