Xiaobao looked at Zheng Dahua's bodyguard, sneering coldly, then turned to Zheng Dahua and said indifferently, "Now let's have a good talk!"
"Kid, what do you want?" Zheng Dahua saw that his personal bodyguard had not left and looked arrogantly at Xiaobao, asking.
"Actually, I don't want much, but you sent people to smash my factory and want to take over my channels. Obviously, you are in the wrong!"
Xiaobao dragged a chair and sat opposite Zheng Dahua, speaking indifferently, "Since you made a mistake, you should correct it. Fortunately, I am a merciful person and won't bother with you too much!"
"Let's not say anything more. You gave Tang Jie five hundred thousand to smash my factory, now give me one million and I'll pretend this never happened!"
Xiaobao waved his hand generously as he spoke, with an indifferent tone.
"What? Kid, what did you say? Are you dreaming?"
