Zhou Bin and Li Maocai exchanged a glance. The former opened his mouth, then braced himself and said, "Alright, alright, so Mr. Li, about joining the Ugly Group..."
"Joining the Ugly Group?"
Li Xiang turned around, his face showing undisguised mockery, "Does it even matter to discuss this now?"
He walked up to them, looking down from above, "You've lost your shares, lost your position in Guanghui. The only thing you can do now is shut up and stop making trouble for me."
"We'll talk about the rest later!"
These words were utterly ruthless. Zhou Bin's face flushed red instantly, wanting to argue, but Li Maocai gripped his arm tightly under the table.
Li Maocai squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, "Mr. Li's right in educating us, we'll leave now, we'll leave."
The two of them practically fled.
