Liu Zhizhong sat there calmly, not changing his expression, and just glanced at the contract.
Feng Xiaoyue, upon reading the contract, sighed lightly and bitterly smiled, "Young Master Qin, are you really not going to stop until you get what you want?"
Qin Bo spread his hands, laughing, "Xiaoyue, my friend, why do you say that? Xinghai's operations are flawed and now it has attracted the attention of the General Propaganda Bureau. It's not easy to conduct business! Leave it to the Qin Family, and we can do much better. For instance..."
As he spoke, he casually and rudely gestured towards Liu Zhizhong, "With a top influencer like him in our hands, the profits would not be just a little, haha... Whatever can make money, the Qin Family can maximize its value, unlike the Feng family or the Zheng Family, which can't."
Liu Zhizhong was absolutely furious. "How damn overbearing and disrespectful! Why am I seen as just a money-making object? You are the object, your whole family are objects! What the hell?!"
Sadly, he knew the Qin Family was more powerful. Alas... he could only rage internally and had to maintain calmness on the surface, just sitting there silently.
It's best not to mess with such characters now, right? Truly unbearable, alas...
Feng Xiaoyue coldly watched Qin Bo, his disrespect and disdain towards Liu Zhizhong as if it was a disrespect towards her, Feng Xiaoyue.
"Young Master Qin, as a young master from a prominent Tiandu family, could you please refrain from insulting people?"
"Did I insult someone? Who?" Qin Bo remained cluelessly innocent, pretending to be naive, "Let's not talk about this, Xiaoyue, please look at the contract, you will definitely be satisfied."
Feng Xiaoyue, not wanting to waste words with him, picked up the contract and started reading.
At that time, the office became quiet, still maintaining a somewhat gloomy atmosphere.
Qin Bo, totally ignoring Liu Zhizhong, sat down confidently, crossed his legs in a commanding way, and took out a very exquisite cigar from his briefcase, skillfully clipping and lightly toasting it before starting to smoke.
In such an environment, Liu Zhizhong relaxed as well, pulling out his phone to check the news. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
After a while, Feng Xiaoyue finished reading the contract and threw it back in front of Qin Bo.
"I won't sign this contract! Your sincerity is too overbearing!"
Qin Bo, having smoked only a little of his cigar, immediately stretched it towards Liu Zhizhong for him to hold.
Liu Zhizhong felt the humiliation, hesitating whether to reach out or not.
Qin Bo coldly glared at him, "Holding my cigar is an honor for you, and you're refusing? Soon, you'll be a contractor at my company, my money-making machine, and you still won't obey?"
Feng Xiaoyue sternly said, "Qin Bo, you've gone too far! Don't treat Mr. Liu like a subordinate!"
"Should I treat him as an ancestor then? Erect a memorial tablet for him? Burn incense daily? This is between him and me, none of Xiaoyue's business, unless... is there something between you two?"
"You... are utterly shameless!"
Qin Bo chuckled, "Exactly! You defending him so much, what might people think?"
Feng Xiaoyue was so frustrated by such crude vulgarity that she just turned her head away, no longer willing to see his face, genuinely sympathizing with Liu Zhizhong, helpless.
Qin Bo then glared at Liu Zhizhong: "Hold it! No refusal! Otherwise, I'll make your life a living hell, as easy as squashing a bug!"
Liu Zhizhong, seething with anger, wished he could slap this Kingly bastard to death!
But given the situation, what could he do if even Feng Xiaoyue's defense seemed to make things worse, leaving him a target for gossip?
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to reach out and take Qin Bo's cigar…