"Tap tap."
Song Guanchao tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
He smiled and said, "What rules did Young Master Wei mention? Who set these rules?"
Wei Zejun sneered, "I don't have time to play word games with you. You only need to know that you've made me angry."
"I made you angry?" Song Guanchao chuckled as if he had heard a joke: "Since Young Master Wei wants to talk about rules, why don't we put everything on the table and make things clear?"
"You organized the property owners to hang banners and block the entrance of the industrial park."
"You sent people to set up situations for foreign executives, employed honeypots, bought trending searches... You tried to create a bad impression for the foreign executives coming to investigate Jiangzhou, thus sabotaging the city's business environment. You used this method to force my hand and agree to your unreasonable demands."
"And now, you're telling me that I'm the one breaking the rules?"
