He Youchang felt mixed emotions upon returning to his office at Dongsheng Group headquarters.
He didn't expect to encounter such a tough nut to crack; money couldn't buy Yang Fan, the young man.
Logically speaking, ten million is an astronomical figure for the average person, but Yang didn't even frown before he rejected it.
This wasn't some reckless, mindless fellow.
There was only one explanation left: Yang Fan's relationship with the Guo Family was extraordinary, even to the extent that money couldn't shake it.
He Youchang sat in his chair, motionless for a long time. He had already made up his mind; the demolition of Guo's Ancestral Hall could no longer be delayed. The longer it dragged on, the more variables there could be, and no one knew what might happen in the coming days.
Yang Fan was not to be feared—the polite approach followed by force today was merely He Youchang's reluctant attempt to resolve the issue with the least cost.
