Pick Out The Tendons In His Hands

Dongfang Ming sat elegantly atop the master seat, looking indifferently at Treasurer Li kneeling on the ground.

Treasurer Li handled management at the Yonghe Bank, and he had been working here for a long time. Dongfang Ming was unwilling to believe he would do something like this.

For whatever motive, anyone who dared to tamper with the accounts was no longer employable!

Treasurer Li knelt on the floor. The superior might not have spoken, but he was already sweating profusely and in a state of agitation.

If it were not for his incompetent son who was buried in debt, he would not have done such a thing.

He had followed this young master since the man, at a tender age of fifteen, founded the Yonghe Bank.

Treasurer Li was very clear about how the man dealt with people.

"S-Sir, it's my fault. I won't complain, and I'm willing to be at your complete disposal." Treasurer Li admitted his wrongdoing and sought punishment.