Xu Chunliang said, "The employee wages and dividends you owe will be deducted from this money."
Zhou Yisheng said helplessly, "Do as you wish."
Xu Chunliang laughed, "If you had cooperated earlier, it wouldn't have caused so much tension."
Zhou Yisheng said, "What about my problem?" He didn't want to live with bad breath forever, especially since it wasn't just any bad breath; it was unbearable.
Xu Chunliang asked, "Does the report about Huichun Hall selling tiger bone plaster have anything to do with you?"
Zhou Yisheng shook his head, "No, I'm just a small agent for Renhe Hall. I have no direct blood relations with the Zhou family, and I have no quarrel with your Huichun Hall. I have no reason to do such a thing."
"Do you know Li Tingjun?"
"I don't know him,"
"What about Han Tianchi?"
Zhou Yisheng was momentarily stunned.
Xu Chunliang realized he finally found a breakthrough point: "Tell me, and I'll give you the antidote."
