"Mr. Liu, what do you mean by this...?"
The bald manager asked cautiously.
Generally speaking, if someone you're not familiar with suddenly asks if you have any unspoken troubles, they're either a scammer or a miracle doctor.
But whether it's the former or the latter, it's not good news.
"I don't mean anything special; I just like making friends. I think you're a good person, Manager Xu, and I'd like to make friends with you, so I want to give you a small gift to start."
Liu Zheng said.
"I'm honored to be friends with Mr. Liu. However, you've already given too much money. I really don't dare to accept any more."
The bald manager said with a wry smile.
In his life, he has seen countless people, both dead and alive, not to say he's infallible, but he's rarely wrong in judging people.
Despite Liu Zheng's sophisticated manners and logical words, the bald manager sensed the madness beneath his calm exterior.
Who wouldn't be afraid if a madman wanted to be your friend?
