The more he thought about it, the more Young Master Zheng Zhengbin felt that this Old Rascal was playing them. Otherwise, how could a country bumpkin from a place like Northern Mountain possibly have the qualifications, ability, or background to look down on him—Young Master Zheng Zhengbin? How dare he reject him!?
The thought made Young Master Zheng Zhengbin feel utterly humiliated, and his anger flared. He strode out from the corner toward Hua Ming and sneered, "Old Rascal, where is your backer? You dare to…"
But before he could finish, a cell phone began ringing incessantly. It belonged to the portly man standing nearby, Deputy Director Huang Kai of the Market Regulation Bureau.
The ringing of that phone, at that exact moment, made not only Young Master Zheng Zhengbin and Zhou Zhengxu's hearts pound, but also that of the portly Deputy Director Huang Kai himself. They all broke out in a cold sweat. For the call to come right now, of all times… could it be?
