Seeing that Wang Yan’s father was struggling against a mere middle manager, Zhou Ming got a clearer sense of Xin Hui Construction’s strength.
How could such a corporation care about the Wang family’s small projects?
Zhou Ming had asked earlier and learned that the combined profit of those three projects didn’t even exceed ten million. For Father Wang, that was a huge job—but for Xin Hui Construction, it was pocket change.
“In their eyes, we’re probably just a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.”
Thinking of the other side’s arrogance, Wang Yan laughed self-deprecatingly.
“Wang Yan, did you tell Xiao Yun about the duel?”
“No. I only got those three projects because of her connections. How could I trouble her again? And besides, she can’t solve this anyway—unless her parents intervened. But if that happened, I’d never show my face again.”
“Good.”
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing Zhou Ming’s faint sigh of relief, Wang Yan asked quietly.
“Nothing. Just didn’t want her to worry.”
“The first duel will begin in three minutes. Please confirm your combatant order.”
While Zhou Ming and Wang Yan were talking, a member of the Iron Hand Gang shouted loudly.
“Zhou Ming, who’s going first?”
With the match about to start, Wang Yan quickly shifted focus to the order of appearance.
“He Yong, you’ll go first.”
He Yong, who had been standing beside Father Wang, immediately protested.
“Why me first?”
“You’re being paid. That’s the rule. You go first, I’ll go second, and Wang Yan will be last.”
As He Yong was about to retort, Zhou Ming’s eyes turned cold with killing intent, instantly silencing him.
“He Yong, you’ll go first in the opening match. I hope I haven’t misjudged you.”
Father Wang also agreed with Zhou Ming’s arrangement—it made sense; a hired man should do his job.
“Fine.”
Seeing the situation, He Yong had no choice but to agree.
“The first arena duel begins! Both sides, take the stage!”
This time, Lin Feibao personally officiated.
He Yong then walked down the nearby stairs and entered the arena.