Ren Baohe noticed that Xiang Yu actually hung up his call. Instead of getting angry, he looked at his phone and chuckled.
"Interesting. People from small towns are all so foolish." After saying this, Ren Baohe picked up his phone and made another call—to He Guisheng.
He Guisheng, having just become a boss, was in high spirits and felt like everything was falling into place.
In the past, he could only dream of sitting in this position. Ever since meeting Xiang Yu and his group, it seemed like his luck had turned around.
"Xiang Yu, oh Xiang Yu, I really ought to thank you." He Guisheng sprawled comfortably in his spacious office, legs crossed, savoring the moment as sunlight poured warmly in.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Ren Baohe. Without even waiting for the other side to speak, he said, "Ren Baohe, I don't want the advance payment anymore. Just handle Xiang Yu for me. I want pictures of him blown to pieces."
