"Little brother, thank you so much. You truly saved our lives. I was wrong about what happened before. I apologize to you here, and I hope you won't take it to heart. If we get the chance in the future, I'll definitely treat you to a meal."
President Qin stood at the entrance to the residential complex, gripping Yang Jian's hands as he spoke tearfully with gratitude.
"I doubted you before, and I'm deeply ashamed of it. This is a small personal compensation from me. I hope you'll accept it. The password is written on the card."
President Qian was even more straightforward. He stuffed a card into Yang Jian's pocket as a gesture of thanks.
After narrowly escaping death, the losses from their business deal had been completely forgotten.
All that remained was joy and gratitude.
Yang Jian was an extraordinary man.
That was the only thought in their minds.
Yang Jian looked at how grateful they were toward him, his expression somewhat strange.
Fortunately, they did not know the truth. If they did, they would probably be jumping up and trying to hack him to death with knives right now.
After a while, the two presidents left their business cards behind. Unable to withstand such enthusiastic gratitude, Yang Jian also gave them his number before finally watching them leave.
"It's better if they stay in the dark." Yang Jian looked at the card in his pocket.
There was probably at least several million in it.
Men like them would not be stingy when they made a move.
Thinking that,
he happily returned to the sales office.
"It's settled." Yang Jian placed the contract in his hand on the table. "This residential complex now completely belongs to you, Uncle Zhang."
Zhang Xiangui, who had been waiting in the sales