In front of everyone, Yang Qi played a video on his phone. It showed the entire sequence, from the contractor dropping his leather bag to the elderly couple finding it.
"See that? This guy is a real piece of work. My parents helped him find his money, and not only was he ungrateful, he slandered them. He deserves to die," Yang Qi bellowed.
"Exactly! That's going too far."
"How can someone be so shameless?"
"Serves him right for losing his money."
"Bastard."
The surrounding crowd erupted in curses, all of them filled with righteous indignation. Just moments ago, people had been willing to help pick up the money. Now, no one moved. The contractor was left alone, huddled and shivering in the wind.
At that moment, a car with a City Lord Mansion license plate pulled up nearby. Zhao Xiong and his secretary stepped out.
"City Lord! City Lord Zhao, save me, please save me! They're going to beat me to death!" the contractor cried out desperately at the sight of Zhao Xiong.
