Tang Qing had just ended a battle of wits with his father.
At this moment, he was sitting in the office of the auction house with, his face gloomy and sullen as he exuded a murderous aura.
"Mr. Tang, the chairman just can't bear to let Mr. Zhuang suffer that mistreatment. He's also the chairman's son after all. Anyway, the Tang Corporation owns so many businesses, you can just give him any one..."
Tang Qing looked at his assistant coldly and asked, "If you're so capable, why don't you take my position?"
The assistant quickly lowered his head aggrievedly.
"Okay,you can go out now."
The assistant refused to give up. "Mr. Tang, why don't you ask the chairman for some money? You won't have to suffer then."
Tang Qing glanced at his assistant for a few seconds and said, "I'm sorry, all I have is money."
"…"
The assistant silently chose to leave.
