"Then just pretend I didn't say anything!"
"Here!" Ye Chen hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, quickly pulled a hundred yuan bill from his pocket, and handed it over, saying, "Mr. Fatty, please take care of me in the future!"
"Haha, you sure know the ropes!" Li Cheng chuckled, deftly snatching the cash from Ye Chen's hand, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry, you'll see, I won't treat you badly, absolutely not!"
Ye Chen wouldn't believe that!
Spit!
Even Ye Chen couldn't help but spit on the ground. Who would believe such nonsense? Nonetheless, Ye Chen didn't show it - after all, he still had to get by under Mr. Fatty's supervision in the future. It would be bad to sour their relationship. Helplessness accompanied his forced smile, "Yes, yes, I believe you, Mr. Fatty!"
"Alright, kid, hurry up to work!" Li Cheng lifted the stick and tapped his shoulder.
