Hao Jian suddenly recalled what Tie Shan had told him; he said that Sun Minghui was dirty-handed, always stealing from the company and then framing it on them.
What Hao Jian hadn't expected was to actually catch him in the act.
In the deep of night, close to dawn, Sun Minghui was sneaking around the warehouse alone, dragging a batch of iron boxes filled with silver jewelry. His intentions were self-evident.
"I didn't expect it to be Minister Sun, a pleasure to meet you," said Hao Jian with a smirk, cupping one hand in the other before his chest in greeting.
"Since you know who I am, why don't you just scram?" Sun Minghui said, sneering.
"I can't do that. As a security guard of the company, it's my duty to protect the company's property. I can't just watch a thief steal company finances and ignore it," Hao Jian said solemnly.
"You're calling me a thief?"