He was truly afraid of the look in Zhao Jun's eyes.
When those eyes, which had hunted bears and wild boars, stared coldly at a person, they truly inspired fear.
"You don't know?" Zhao Jun's voice grew louder. Even Zhang Xuefeng, sitting beside him, found it a bit deafening.
Zhao Jun shouted, "You don't know? Then how did you get this logging contract? How did you become a Leader?"
Zhao Qingzhu was forty-seven this year, two years older than Zhao Youcai. His eldest son was already twenty-six, a full five years older than Zhao Jun.
But right now, the way Zhao Jun was dressing him down was like a father scolding his son. How could Zhao Qingzhu's old face take such a humiliation?
Zhao Qingzhu's face instantly turned red. He clenched his fists, his eyes glaring fiercely at Zhao Jun.
But the moment their eyes met, when he was faced with Zhao Jun's icy gaze, a chill went through Zhao Qingzhu's heart, and his clenched fists loosened.
