No, absolutely not.
It's fine to be a good person, but you can't treat these workers like deities.
Zhang Xiaowei immediately interrupted Han Xue's pleading, saying, "Let's have a look first."
Just then, a few more people approached from a distance.
They were arguing incessantly as they walked.
Zhang Xiaowei looked over and couldn't help but frown.
What a coincidence today; he ran into people he knew again.
In the blink of an eye, those people were right in front of him.
"Director Liu, you should reconsider. The terms we're offering are the best among everyone."
"We're willing to offer four million, but these workers must be dismissed on the spot."
"After all, we're businessmen, not philanthropists. How can we be responsible for their entire future?"
The man in strange attire was hopping around a man over fifty.
This guy was none other than the con artist physiognomist Ma Sangu, whom Zhang Xiaowei met in the provincial city last time.
