Relax, No Pressure

Dongsheng Company. 

At the front desk. 

Fang Ping's gaze went straight to Wei Dongsheng who came in wielding a sword. His blood ran cold as he asked, "Wei Dongsheng?" 

"Fang Ping?" 

"Stop beating around the bush. We're not strangers. Just cut straight to the chase!"

Fang Ping knew exactly what entailed. He answered, "If you win, Distance Ltd. will no longer expand, and if you lose, you'll have to run Dongsheng Company more ethically. 

Wei Dongsheng gave it a thought and said, "Are you sure? You're not even a Rank-2"

"It won't matter if I beat you in the end!"

"Aren't you one confident man. Why don't we raise the stakes a little higher? If I win, Distance Ltd. is mine with 8 million. Otherwise, you can have Dongsheng Company back with 3 million."