"This..."
The First-Rank Tower servant stood there with a troubled expression when he heard Jiang Xiaobai's words.
"President!"
At that moment, Tian Fangchi rose from his seat below and gave Jiang Xiaobai an awkward look. "This gentleman is a Seat Elder of First Rank Hall!"
"Our First-Rank Tower was founded years ago by a Manager of First Rank Hall. Only after all these years of business did it grow to its present size!"
"Oh?"
Somewhat surprised, Jiang Xiaobai looked the White-Haired Elder over again. "First Rank Hall? Never heard of it!"
Tian Fangchi opened his mouth, about to explain, but the White-Haired Elder gave a heavy snort.
"The Young Heir Apparent isn't a man of the Martial World. Naturally, it's no surprise that you haven't heard of First Rank Hall!"
With that, the White-Haired Elder sat back down and looked at Jiang Xiaobai calmly. "My purpose in coming here is very simple!"
"You cannot hold the position of President of First-Rank Tower!"
"Furthermore, I hear you've started some sort of perfume trade. That... should also be handed over to the Young Prince to manage from now on!"
As his words fell, the Inner Hall went silent.
The four chairmen sat there, all looking awkward.
Demanding that Jiang Xiaobai surrender both the presidency and his perfume trade was no longer a negotiation.
Put plainly, this was reaching out and robbing him in broad daylight.
"Ha ha!"
Coming to his senses, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help bursting into laughter. He looked at the White-Haired Elder. "Old man, did a donkey kick you in the head on your way out?"
"Just because you tell me to hand it over, I have to?"
"Boy, how dare you speak to our elder like that?"
The burly man snorted again.
"Who the hell do you think you