As for Manager Qiu, even after the pressure had been withdrawn, he was still sprawled limply on the floor, his face filled with terror.
Right now, he wished he could turn invisible and make these important figures forget he even existed.
He was just too damn unlucky.
He had originally wanted to buy a house through Liu Ping, boost her sales performance and income, use that to curry favor with her, and have her whisper a few good words about him into Zhao Dezhu's ear so he could scrape up some benefits.
Who could have expected to run into this mess?
Not only had he failed to flatter anyone, he had gotten himself covered in filth.
No, this was not just filth. He had practically gotten himself covered in shit!
This time, he was probably finished.
"Damn it, that dead woman! She can't accomplish anything and ruins everything. She deserves to die!"
Meanwhile, Zhao Dezhu was cowering behind Zhao Hui like a quail, obedient as could be.
"May I ask who you two are?"
At that moment, Zhao Hui asked again.
"My name is Lin Mo. This is my uncle, Zheng Heping. Before long, you'll be colleagues."
"Lin Mo? Zheng Heping?"
Hearing those two names, Zhao Hui froze. They sounded very familiar.
A few seconds later, he stared wide-eyed at Lin Mo. "You... you're that Lin Mo, the younger brother Boss Wu recently took in?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Oh, Lord Lin, I'm terribly sorry. It's all because of that little bastard in my family. When I get back, I'll definitely beat him up. Please, don't tell Boss Wu about this."
Once he learned Lin Mo's identity, Zhao Hui became even more respectful.
Who was Wu Tianchen? Could the younger brother he had acknowledged possibly be an ordinary person?
Moreover, as