Compromise

"No I don't."

"I'm sorry sir, the president is very busy at the moment. You can't see him without a reservation."

"Stop this act, I'm his high school classmate."

"All the same, sir. Please don't make this harder for me. If you are his high school classmate, then you should be able to reach him yourself. I suggest that you call our president directly."

Wei Dong wanted to break in, but GK had extremely tight security; if he couldn't even get through to the first floor, how in the world would he be able to get to the top level, 56 floors from where he was?

As Qin Chu headed home in his humble Audi R8, Wei Dong blocked him at the gates of the parking lot.

If Qin Chu hadn't stepped on his brakes in time, he would've run him over.

Qin Chu stopped the car with a bad complexion on his face and slowly lowered the car window.

"Get out of the car, Qin Chu. Let's talk," Wei Dong spat out aggressively.