The temptation behind gentleness

"Huh?"

Su Fan paused in his steps and turned his head.

He then saw a man with slicked-back hair and a slim build.

"It's Wu Wen, the general manager of the Feng's Grand Hotel!"

Some people recognized the man.

After all, Feng's Grand Hotel was one of the top hotels in Yang City, and its general manager was naturally not a nobody; he was quite a prominent figure in Yang City.

"Did you call me?"

"Is there a problem?"

Su Fan looked towards Wu Wen.

Wu Wen walked straight up to Su Fan.

"Sir, you broke so many of our banquet tables and caused a disturbance, disrupting our business. That wasn't very nice, was it?"

Wu Wen said with a smile, yet his eyes were full of threats.

Su Fan slightly furrowed his brow.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wu Wen immediately smiled.

"It's simple. I see that you are a reasonable man. You've damaged our property and affected our business, naturally, there should be compensation."

"How about this, pay one million, and you can leave."

"What, one million?"

Everyone was shocked when Wu Wen mentioned the amount.

"Why don't you go rob someone?"

Su Ya shouted out excitedly.

A flicker of displeasure passed through Su Fan's eyes.

But he, now no longer the naive newcomer to the city, managed his emotions very well.

He held back Su Ya and calmly said to Wu Wen.

"It was the Blood Wolf Gang who started the trouble; I was merely defending myself. Besides, only five tables were damaged, and you're asking for one million. Is that reasonable?"

"Exactly, Feng's Grand Hotel is being totally unreasonable."

"What's the difference from a mob?"

"This is too much."

Hotel manager Han Meimei hesitated for a moment then mustered the courage to step forward, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Mr. Wu, my colleagues and I can testify. The incident just now was truly not Mr. Su's fault. We should be seeking compensation from the Blood Wolf Gang, not Mr. Su."

"Also, while our tables are of good quality, the purchase price is only thirty thousand yuan per table. Asking for one million is indeed quite unreasonable..."

"You're talking nonsense."

It was bad enough with others discussing it, but for his own subordinate to undermine him publicly, Wu Wen couldn't save face and immediately lost his cool.

He pointed at the hotel manager Han Meimei's nose and scolded her furiously.

"Han Meimei, do you know your place?"

"Your salary is paid by the hotel. How can you undermine us like this?"

"I declare, you are fired as of now."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Han Mei immediately panicked

"Mr. Wu, I beg you, please don't fire me. I won't dare do it again."

"My mother is still hospitalized and needs a lot of medical expenses. I, I can't be without an income; if so, my mother will die."

"Whether your mother lives or dies is none of my business."

Wu Wen's face was cold.

He then glanced at Su Fan again.

"Didn't you just ask me what kind of reasoning this is?"

"Then I'll tell you, I make the rules here, what I say goes. If you don't pay, you're not leaving."

Su Fan's eyes glanced coldly at Wu Wen

Mean, shameless, nefarious, acting recklessly with no trace of humanity, swaggering around because of his few social connections, this kind of person, he detested the most.

This guy had successfully enraged Su Fan.

"What if I refuse to pay?"