In the top-floor office of Rongsheng Club.
Wang Bao stood respectfully in front of Ye Fei, awaiting his audience.
Ye Fei glanced at the deferential Wang Bao and rolled his eyes unwillingly, "Sit down, there's no need to be so formal!"
"I wouldn't dare, Young Master Ye, please take a seat, and say any orders you have for me!" Wang Bao quickly nodded.
Ye Fei, seeing no alternative, decided to let it be, then he took out the overdue invoice from Feihuang Liquor Factory.
"I didn't come here for much, just to collect the fifteen million in debts that Rongsheng Club owes Feihuang Liquor Factory!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Bao was stunned, "Just this matter!"
"You quickly have finance transfer twenty million to Feihuang Liquor Factory right away, the additional five million can be considered as interest!"
"No need, fifteen million is fifteen million, we won't take a penny more!"
Ye Fei quickly cut him off.
Wang Bao, upon hearing this, was startled and then nodded to his subordinate.