The ribbon-cutting ceremony ended.
The guests who stayed naturally had to show Little White Tiger some respect by going inside and spending money.
After topping up his account with a million, Mr. Li hurried back to his own territory to handle business.
Zhang Yang's identity was sensitive, and he hurried away without even stepping through the door.
Even so, the Clubhouse was packed.
Those paying attention had seen the two of them overpower Boss Yang and stand firm against Ming King. Anyone hoping to make their acquaintance naturally stayed to spend money.
Inside the office on the Clubhouse's top floor.
Little White Tiger sat with his legs crossed on a spacious leather sofa beside Old Ninth.
Standing before them were the Clubhouse's Security Guards captain and the heads of several other departments.
"You're all old hands left over from the Hua Family's time. In theory, I shouldn't keep you, but the Clubhouse still needs you to operate. Work hard, and we brothers won't mistreat our own." Taking the attitude that he should trust those he employed, Little White Tiger smiled at the department heads.
Hearing this, they all let out heavy sighs of relief.
The Supreme Club was the finest private club in Ice Prefecture, and its pay and benefits were naturally among the best there.
Where would they find another job this good if they left the Clubhouse?
"Why aren't the numbers right?" Old Ninth glanced at the people before him. Several supervisors were clearly absent.
"Oh, they're sick, so they took leave."
A fat man with a fleshy face and large ears shrugged and spoke offhandedly.
Little White Tiger narrowed his eyes. Taking leave for the very first meeting, with several people falling sick together?
They were clearly trying to put him, their new boss, in his place.