"Chairman Yang, this isn't about the money..." Li Bingyang adjusted his glasses with his right hand, whether intentionally or not, he stopped speaking at that point, but his gaze stayed fixed on the check in Yang Zi's hand.
Yang Zi's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, and she said, "This is only the deposit. If you can handle this matter beautifully, I'll give you another million."
A million, upon hearing this number, Li Bingyang's eyes immediately filled with greed, yet his face still appeared calm, laughing, "Chairman Yang truly is a heroic woman. I'm definitely going to make friends with you. Let's not talk about money; I'll treat it as doing you a favor."
The disdain in Yang Zi's eyes grew stronger. These people who claim to be cultured are no different from the ordinary ones. They usually profess to regard money as dirt, but the moment benefits are before them, the hypocritical masks get ripped to shreds, and they still pretend to be polite.
