Li Zhaohu's situation was something he knew well. A few years ago, he made quite a bit of money with his renovation team, buying an Audi and a house in the county.
Even if the renovation company was delaying his final payment, it wasn't as if he couldn't come up with twenty thousand yuan.
Ultimately, it was because he hadn't genuinely taken him seriously.
He felt that even if he offended him, it was no big deal, he could use the money for some cash flow instead.
This delay could last until the end of the year in all likelihood.
Tiger took a puff of his cigarette and said, "We've known each other for so many years, we're from the same village, you think I would default on the debt? You can be at ease."
Tang Jianying took a deep breath, emotionally saying, "Tiger, back when you first started working, you worked for me as a little helper. I treated you as a friend, which is why I let you delay for two months. One must have a conscience."
