Upon hearing that Hao Jian had actually let his own Zhang Family earn a 10% stake for free, Zhang Zicong and his wife were first full of disbelief, then calmed down, but their expressions grew even darker:
"Earn a 10% stake for free? There's no such cheap deal in the world, I bet he's got some ulterior motives."
"Can I hit him?" Hao Jian asked Shu Ya, pointing at Zhang Zicong, "This Zhang Zicong is so annoying, I'm a mess, but still can't stand to see others do well."
"Hit me? Go on, touch me and try, come on! Hit here!"
The moment he heard this, Zhang Zicong immediately got furious, pointed to his own face and roared at Hao Jian, doubting if he really dared to strike.
If Hao Jian dared to touch even a hair on him, he could have Hao Jian's body floating in the Huangpu River by tomorrow!
"Bang!"
Then, Zhang Zicong was sent flying. This time, Hao Jian had not used his hands but his feet instead.