Watching Dongguan Chai carefully close the office's glass door, Zhou Quan slowly walked around his desk and into the reception area.
Meanwhile, Chow Sing Sing and He Wenzhan hurried to follow their boss.
They followed behind Zhou Quan. Chow Sing Sing sat to his boss's right, while He Wenzhan picked up the teapot and began making tea.
"Ah Zhan, use the best tin of tea!"
Chow Sing Sing chuckled. He had no intention of standing on ceremony with his boss.
He Wenzhan had just reached the water dispenser and was about to grab any tin of tea when his hand paused briefly.
Then, smiling too, he reached for the most exquisite of all the tea canisters instead.
Their boss was never stingy with his own men, and besides, he had his superior up front to take the heat.
In that case, he would help himself.
"You bastards, you two really never miss a chance to sponge off me!"
Zhou Quan shot Chow Sing Sing, the instigator, a look of feigned displeasure, but did nothing to stop He Wenzhan.
"Let's hear it!"
Slowly crossing his legs, Zhou Quan leaned back against the sofa without the slightest concern for appearances.
"How much does your department know about that scumbag Hung Jipang?"
There were no outsiders in the office, only brothers who had faced life and death with him. Naturally, Zhou Quan would not put on airs as Sir Kwan.
He had always treated his men generously, thinking of them whenever there was something good to be had.
For instance, whenever Chow Sing Sing came by to sponge off him, as he did every few days, Zhou Quan merely laughed and cursed at him.
When Chow Sing Sing left, Zhou Quan would even pack some for him to take away.
Although letting Chow