One month later.
"How is it?"
Old Master Fu's face was gloomy. The sharpness he once exuded was gone, replaced by weariness and age. Even his once-imposing presence, something that helped mask his age, had faded completely.
"The person we planted in the Jiang company sent us false information. Not only did it fail, but it backfired. We lost a lot of money… I suspect the Jiang family knew our man was a spy from the beginning. But they played along and fed him false information deliberately."
Fu Xiaoyuan's lips trembled. At the sound of the report, he shrank back like a frightened rabbit.
No one knew what he had endured over the past month, but he looked more and more cowardly.
"Useless! You only speak wisely after the disaster!"
Old Master Fu's cane struck the ground hard as he nearly toppled backward with fury.
"Dad..."
Fu Xiaoyuan lowered his head, not daring to argue.
