The three of them had been sent out through the back door. Fatty looked back at the attendants who had already left, lowered his head slightly, and dropped his voice. "Can we trust this Zhang Rishan? He takes the items out to auction, and then makes us fight to win them back. In the end, he gets the money, and there's no guarantee we'll even get the items."
Wu Xie's face turned solemn as he glanced at Zhang Qiling. "Don't talk nonsense, Fatty. Rishan—President Zhang won't harm us." Even though this was only his second time meeting the man, he remembered how his Second Uncle had attended the wedding of Xinyue Hotel and President Zhang here, and he could tell his Second Uncle held this person in high regard.
Hearing this, Fatty curled his lip. "You can know a person's face, but not their heart." That man just flipped his upper and lower lips together and made it sound nice, but who knew what kind of dirty schemes he was plotting.
Chapter 902