Lu Jingchen was no stranger to him; before coming to An City, he had deliberately investigated this man and reached only one conclusion.
Better to make friends than enemies.
Even knowing that Zhao was already somewhat angry at this moment, Lu Jingchen's expression remained indifferent as he spoke calmly, "Zhao, you should also be aware that I, Lu Jingchen, am not someone to be trifled with."
His words were so forthright, the message crystal clear: you have no choice but to take this money, whether you want to or not.
By seniority, Zhao was actually a generation older than Lu Jingchen, and by all rights, Lu Jingchen should have been calling him uncle. But, by the looks of it now, Lu Jingchen didn't seem to give him any consideration at all.
It's not so much that Lu Jingchen had called him out today for a chat. That would be too generous of a description. In reality, it was more like 'I'm just notifying you, that's all' attitude on Lu Jingchen's part.
Arrogant, overwhelmingly so.
