Wang Jianguo’s words were spoken with such heartfelt sincerity that the desolation and helplessness on his face seemed to seep right into one’s soul. The lingering sorrow in his eyes only served to heighten the miserable atmosphere. Zhao Dakuo stood nearby, listening, his face shifting between pale and flushed.
The urgency he had felt to get paid was punctured like a balloon by Wang Jianguo’s display; it shriveled away instantly, leaving behind only a profound sense of embarrassment. Zhao Dakuo opened his mouth slightly, as if to offer some sort of defense, but his throat felt constricted, rendering him momentarily speechless.
However, Zhao Dakuo was a businessman who had been grinding away in this city for years; that ingrained tenacity for profit and sharp-witted shrewdness could not be easily suppressed by a fleeting wave of guilt. After a brief moment of hesitation, he slowly reached out. His hand trembled slightly in the air, as if waging a final struggle against his inner conflict. In the end, he reached for the two yuan Wang Jianguo held out without further hesitation, his fingers pinching the bills firmly and tucking them into his palm.
Chapter 605