"Oh!" Yuan Kui sat up straight, showing interest:
"How much?"
"Three million." Fang Zheng raised three fingers:
"One million for each of you three brothers, how about it?"
"Ha..." Yuan Kui sneered:
"Are you trying to send a beggar away?"
"That's quite a lot." Fang Zheng remained calm:
"Yuan Family Village has only about a hundred households, and very few have steady jobs. Fugui Porcelain Factory can provide some positions for them."
"As long as they work diligently, they might not get rich, but they can have a stable life."
He felt he was being too kind-hearted, always considering others, but... obviously, the other side didn't quite appreciate it.
"Screw you!"
Someone slammed the table and stood up:
"Who do you think you're looking down on..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, a glass wine cup smashed against his head, shattering on impact and leaving him with blood streaming down his face.
"Watch your mouth."
Fang Zheng's face darkened:
