Pack up
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhao Da's face fell completely. With his mouth falling open, he finally managed to stutter: "… How can it be?! We have people above us!"
"People your ass!" The manager in charge of finance in Dacheng Industrial LLC, who was also in charge of VIP clients with the bank, rolled his eyes at him. "If we have people above us would we get audited by the army? Are you dim witted or what?!"
Zhao Da opened his eyes wide and looked at the proud manager. His face turned red from anger.
In the past, he would call him Boss Zhao every single time he saw him. It sounded way better than he was greeting his own father. Now there's something wrong, he immediately changed in attitude.
"You wait! Wait for me to clarify everything, and I'll let you take back the words you said today one! By! One! The people above me – you'd be scared stiff if I mentioned their names! Pfft!"
Zhao Da left the bank angrily, and called his son immediately upon entering the car.