The information about the "old witch" who coveted Wei Lai's body was quickly found out and placed on Yan Congliang's desk.
Yan Congliang held the document in his slender white fingers and glanced at it casually.
After a long time, Yan Congliang put down the documents and tapped the table lightly.
"Asan." Yan Congliang's slightly cold voice sounded.
Ah San's legs trembled as he responded with fear and trepidation, "Boss... Boss, what's going on?" Ah San, who knew Yan Congliang well, even thought, "Yan Congliang is angry! Very, very, very, very much angry!!!"
"Asan, do you think my reputation is over?" Yan Congliang wasn't as tyrannical as San imagined, but this Yan Congliang made San feel a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but silently pray for that blind wife: Who could she mess with? Why their boss? Was their boss too kind lately? Had they actually developed the illusion that their boss was easy to bully?
Don’t you think about it, how could a young man who has just reached adulthood with no money and no power become the richest man in China in just ten years if he didn’t have any outstanding means!
"How could the boss's reputation be outdated? Those who haven't heard of the boss's reputation must be those at the bottom, so they haven't heard of the boss's reputation. Look at those who are really at the top, who doesn't avoid the boss when they see him?!"
Yan Congliang listened quietly without answering, his fingers slowly tapping on the table. Once, once...
Just when Asan's legs were shaking uncontrollably, Yan Congliang finally spoke.
He spoke hoarsely, "Shuang Huiyun, right? I've got this in mind. I hope you can bear my little wrath."
Yan Congliang's "little anger" was prolonged, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"What does Shuang Huiyun do?" Yan Congliang didn't bother to read the old woman's information, and was too lazy to read it for fear of polluting his eyes.
Fortunately, Ah San had done his homework and stepped forward to answer fluently: "Boss, this Shuang Huiyun is not worth mentioning at all. Her husband was the previous richest man, the one you kicked out. And her husband died of anger because he couldn't compete with us for business... I guess this is also the reason why Shuang Huiyun attacked Wei Lai..."
"But don't worry, her husband can't beat us, not to mention Shuang Huiyun who usually just eats and drinks at home." Asan flattered Yan Congliang subtly.
"I just saw in the information that Shuang Huiyun wants Wei Lai to go to the hotel tonight to set a trap for Wei Lai?" Yan Congliang reached out and picked up the information again.
"Yeah, yeah, Boss, you're right. Shuang Huiyun is just a toad wanting to eat swan flesh. She's an old woman in her fifties, and she's still thinking about attacking those young men who have just reached adulthood. Boss, let me put it this way, I'll send someone to that hotel to rescue Wei Lai, and then send someone to beat up Shuang Huiyun. Do you think this will work?"
"Beat her? Beating someone up is so boring. I think people like this should be allowed to have a good 'enjoyment', to let them know about the sufferings of the world."
"Boss, what do you mean..." Ah San felt that his boss seemed to want to take action himself, but... How noble was his boss? Ever since he became the down payment, the contract in his hand had never been worth more than 100 million!
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