This turn of events left Master Fenda momentarily stunned.
Then he couldn't help but look up at Fang Ze, who was looking back at him with a bright, sunny expression, as if he had nothing to do with what had just happened.
After a short pause, Master Fenda smiled, placed the coin fragments on the table, and said gently, "It seems the coin I brought was not of good quality."
"No worries. Don't fret about it, sir. I'll prepare more durable finances when I return, and come to question you again tomorrow," he said.
Having said this, he stood up, gave Fang Ze a bow, and then walked out of the conference room at a leisurely pace.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, the old man's face was frosty, and the deputy was silence.
Nobody was a fool.
Coins don't just break without reason. Someone must have tampered with it.
And in that conference room, there were only two people: other than Master Fenda, there was Fang Ze.