"Do you think you're worthy?" Xu Chunliang raised his hand, scaring Zhang Haitao into retreating quickly, his back bumping into the car again. He was completely at a loss, like a headless fly.
Xu Chunliang said, "Just the rental for those storefronts outside the hospital, how much has there been over the years? Do you really think we don't know? It's not that Zhang Haibin couldn't collect it; he didn't want to. Privately, he's taken quite a bit of advantage."
Zhang Haitao gasped. How did he know?
"Take Xu Daping's hardware store, for example. Haven't they given gifts to Zhang Haibin over the years?"
Zhang Haitao shook his head vigorously like a rattle: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
The more someone says they don't know anything, the more it proves they definitely know something.
