Mr. You’s uncle was just finishing a discussion with other senior executives about the details of next month’s cooperation with Mr. Fu when he heard Mr. You’s remarks. His expression immediately turned cold.
He indifferently said, "Someone I can’t provoke? Who?"
He and the Death Club had a deep cooperative relationship. Next month, they would talk about another collaboration with the club’s behind-the-scenes boss, Mr. Fu.
As long as the cooperation was achieved, saying he was the club’s second boss wouldn’t be an overstatement!
Under these circumstances, some minor club manager claimed there was someone he couldn’t provoke?
Mr. You’s uncle sneered silently in his heart.
He never considered that Mr. Fu himself might visit; after all, the legendary backstage boss, rumored not to be from Country Y, only appeared when the club had significant decisions to make. Even Manager Tang seldom saw him.
Hearing his uncle’s response, Mr. You’s face showed even more mockery as he drawled, "I don’t know either... The manager refused to say, probably some big shot!"
Manager: ...
Mr. You’s uncle was even more convinced it wasn’t Mr. Fu. If Mr. Fu had really come, the whole club’s top management would have been alerted. How could they not mention it?
Mr. You’s uncle’s voice grew colder, "Give your phone to the manager."
His nephew had been humiliated at the club; this was a slap to his own face, and there was no way he would pretend not to know.
Mr. You thrust the phone at the manager’s face, with a hint of triumph, "My uncle wants to talk to you."
The manager hurriedly took the phone.
He had just uttered "Mr. You" when the other side commanded, undeniably, "Immediately go and get my nephew’s car back!"
The manager’s face turned bitter, "Mr. You, this, this... according to the club’s rules, your nephew really shouldn’t occupy so many premium cars..."
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