"Fine. Fine! This increase... How much are we talking about?"
[30%]
"30?!!! 30? 30?!"
Wei Kwo gripped his hair tightly, almost making himself bald.
30% increase?
Do you know how much that will be in total?
F*** you!
Instantly, Wei Kwo's breathing became heavier and heavier.
His nostrils flared, and his entire face became as red as a tomato.
Damn that brat!
This was all his fault for gathering some big show-off party tight before his assassination.
Why wouldn't he just die in a low-key manner?
Opening his drawer speedily and pulling out a massive box of fat cigars, Wei Kwo had the impulse to smoke at least 3 of them tonight.
His wife was already a ravaging mad dog since the last time he cut her spending budget.
And his daughter and son were no different, seeing as they could no longer show off with their friends as much as they did.