Master Head of the Dragon Soul
Chapter 510 Do Me a Favor

Chu Feng's gaze narrowed. He had heard about forced demolitions before, but he did not expect such depraved individuals to be hired by Feng Yun Group.

He had focused his efforts on expansion but neglected to manage the internal structure.

Looks like I'll have to make an example out of this person. I don't want Feng Yun Group's reputation to be ruined because of a few bad apples!

In the meantime, Tang Sisi was already arguing fervently with Mr. Wu, the leader of the project. "Don't you have any sympathy within you? If you demolish the orphanage now, where will the children go? Can't you give them a few more months to replace a place to settle down?"

"That's easy for you to say, young woman! Do you know how much money we lose every single day the construction is delayed? 300,000 dollars! You won't get a tenth of that money even if you sell all the organs of those cripples!" Mr. Wu said dismissively with a cigarette in his mouth. "I'm not going to ruin my chance of making money just for those kids. I'm not an idiot!"

His subordinates began to laugh brazenly.

"Show some respect!" Tang Sisi said furiously and shielded several shivering children behind her. "Let me tell you, don't even think of removing a brick as long as I'm here!"

"Oh, you wanna play?" Mr. Wu chuckled coldly and waved a contract in his hand. "Look here. The contract says that this plot of land belongs to Feng Yun Group since two months ago, and we can do whatever we want with it. If you obstruct our work, I can call the police to arrest all of you! Do you understand?"

"You!" Tang Sisi was no match for those hooligans. Her chest heaved, and she gritted her teeth.

Chu Feng frowned. He was about to stand up when Zhang Jing went to grab Pan Yang, who was trying to hide in a corner. "Yang! You're very close to Feng Yun Group, right? Why don't you try to convince Mr. Wu to change his mind? The survival of the orphanage depends on you!"

She totally believed what Pan Yang said earlier.

Pan Yang, on the other hand, wished he could go back in time and slap himself.

He was only boasting for the fun of it. Obviously, he did not have any relations with Feng Yun Group at all.

He noticed that Tang Sisi was watching him, and he did not want to admit he was lying. With no other choice, he braced himself and went up to Mr. Wu.

"Alright then..."

Pan Yang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and distributed it among Mr. Wu and the construction workers. "Here, have a smoke on me, guys. Can you do me a favor and keep it down?" Those people looked at Pan Yang as though he were an idiot.

Mr. Wu scoffed. "Who are you?"

Pan Yang forced a smile and said, "Mr. Wu, I'm the vice director of Pan Yu Properties. My father is Pan Dayu, and he had a business dinner with you a few days ago..."

Mr. Wu took the cigarette and said, "Oh, Dayu? I remember him."

Pan Yang was delighted. He coughed lightly and said pretentiously, "Mr. Wu, Madam Zhang of the Happy Home is a good friend of mine. Will you do me a favor and delay the project by a couple of months? Of course, Pan Yu Properties will be glad to repay the favor in terms of business prospects."

He adjusted his necktie smugly. In his mind, he could already envision Mr. Wu agreeing to his demand, and Tang Sisi falling into the arms of the hero who had saved the day... Slap!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu slapped Pan Yang in the face and yelled, "Do you a favor? Who do you think you are?"