An Organization That Should Not Be Provoked

In a secret room on the highest floor of the Plenty Gold Company...

An old man and woman were in the room.

The woman, Qu Qing-er, looked at the dispersing crowd from the window and blurted, "Old Man Jin, how did you know that those people would not fight?"

The old man smiled. "I didn't."

"Instead of stepping in, why did you just calmly watch them make trouble and form crowds at the doorsteps of our company?"

"It is not that I didn't want. It was because I couldn't."

"Why?" Qu Qing-er asked. "They even smashed our golden emblem. If we let them go, won't we seem..."

Old Man Jin gave a wry smile and raised a hand to stop her from finishing her sentence.

To be honest, if it were someone else causing a ruckus in front of the Plenty Gold Company's building, they would have instantly been chased away.