Two hundred yuan?
Zhu Haitao's mouth corners twitched imperceptibly.
"Group Leader Yang, we're all adults here, no need to tell stories! If not for receiving some benefits, could you have bought a Patek Philippe with just two hundred yuan?"
Yang Lei, trembling with anger, glared furiously at Zhu Haitao.
"Do you take me for a fool who understands nothing? Should I accept whatever you say as the truth? Where in Lingshan Town could you find a Patek Philippe store? If you can find it, I will swallow that store in front of all the leaders here!"
Zhu Haitao feigned a look of fear and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Jin Zhanpeng stepped forward and reproached loudly, "Yang Lei! Just because you're louder, does that mean you're right? Are you threatening a witness?"
Yang Lei's face turned red with restraint, but he did not dare to confront Jin Zhanpeng.