Chapter 132

About four or five minutes pass.

Several second-generation rich kids at the gate are already clamoring to leave.

Immediately after, a middle-aged man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses runs out from the manor.

Butler Wang runs quickly to Qin Ze's car window, bows, and greets him respectfully:

"Hello, President Qin! I'm the manor butler, my surname is Wang, Wang Xing!"

"I'm terribly sorry for the grievance you've suffered!"

Qin Ze opens his eyes, glances at him, and then points to the bewildered security guard beside him:

"Handle this."

Butler Wang wipes the sweat from his forehead, then turns around and looks at the security guard.

His expression darkens instantly.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Butler Wang's voice carries a suppressed anger:

"This is President Qin! The new owner of our Luyin Manor!"

"You can block anyone, but you can't block the boss!"

"I heard you were spouting nonsense just now?"

The security guard is completely stunned right now.

He opens his mouth wide, looks at Butler Wang, and stammers:

"Manager Wang, I didn't know..."

"He said his surname was Qin, but isn't our boss's surname Guo?"

Butler Wang is so angry his face turns red:

"The boss changed yesterday!"

"Didn't you read the notice?!"

The security guard's face turns pale instantly.

Butler Wang turns around, looks at Qin Ze, his face full of ingratiating smiles:

"President Qin, you see, this security guard is new and doesn't know any better..."

Qin Ze glances at the security guard.

The security guard right now has completely lost his arrogant demeanor from before.

Qin Ze says flatly:

"Fire him."

Butler Wang is stunned for a moment:

"Huh?"

"I said, fire him." Qin Ze's tone leaves no room for negotiation. "This kind of person isn't fit to work at my manor."

Butler Wang opens his mouth, wanting to say something.

But seeing Qin Ze's unquestionable gaze, he nods:

"Alright, President Qin, I understand."

The security guard is completely paralyzed upon hearing this.

He opens his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy.

But he can't say a single word.

Butler Wang waves his hand:

"Pack your things, go to finance to settle your wages, and get out."

The security guard walks into the guard room in a daze.

Butler Wang then turns around and makes a gesture of invitation to Qin Ze and all the cars behind him:

"Please enter, President Qin!"

Qin Ze then waves to the people behind him, signaling them to follow him in.

Qin Ze starts the car and slowly drives into the manor gate.

More than a dozen luxury cars behind him file in one after another.

Sun Dapeng sits in his Porsche, his hand on the steering wheel shaking slightly.

Ma Liang follows behind him, his face full of shock.

Liang Bo sits in the back seat of the Maybach, watching the taillights of Qin Ze's car ahead, a flash of deep thought in his eyes.

After the motorcade drives through the gate, the view suddenly opens up.

The first thing that comes into view is a huge underground garage entrance.

The garage entrance is wide enough for four cars to drive in side-by-side.

Qin Ze follows the signs and drives the car into the underground garage.

As soon as he enters, he is shocked by the scene before him.

The entire garage is empty and larger than the garages of many residential communities.

The floor is covered with non-slip epoxy paint, and it is brightly lit.

Qin Ze parks the car and gets out.

The dozen or so cars behind him also turn off their engines one by one.

Everyone gets out of their cars, looking at this huge underground garage, their faces full of shock.

"Holy crap... is this garage too big?"

"It's more than enough to park a hundred cars!"

"This is bigger than my entire house!"

Coming out of the underground garage, there is an elevator lobby.

Butler Wang presses the elevator and takes the group to the ground level.

As soon as the elevator door opens, everyone is stunned by the scene before them.

In front of them is a three-story European-style reception villa.

White exterior walls, red roof, huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

In front of the villa is a meticulously manicured lawn, with a fountain in the center, the water clear.

Looking further into the distance, there is a lush garden landscape.

The air is fresh, and there are birds singing and flowers blooming.

It is simply a paradise on earth.

Butler Wang stands beside Qin Ze and begins to introduce:

"Mr. Qin, this building is our manor's main reception building."

"The first floor is the reception hall and banquet hall, the second floor is guest rooms, and the third floor is the office area and private club."

"This lawn in front of the reception building is about five hundred square meters, suitable for hosting various outdoor activities."

"The pond in front of the lawn has koi fish and a fountain landscape."

"Moving further back, there are three independent villa areas, each with its own private courtyard and swimming pool."

"The entertainment building is next to the villa area, and it has a private cinema, gym, indoor swimming pool, wine cellar, billiards room..."

"At the very back of the manor is the garden and landscaping area, covering about eight hundred square meters."

With every sentence Butler Wang introduces, the people present are shocked a little more.

By the time he finishes, the entire scene is already silent.

Those who were shouting the loudest just now are now keeping their mouths tightly shut, not daring to even breathe.

Ma Liang stands in the crowd, head down, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Sun Dapeng lights a cigar and takes a deep drag, but the expression on his face is uglier than if he had eaten a fly.

Liang Bo's female companion, Qingqing, has completely changed the way she looks at Qin Ze right now.

Liang Bo re-evaluates Qin Ze's weight in his heart.

Qin Ze looks at the expressions on everyone's faces and already knows the score.

He smiles and says to Butler Wang:

"Butler Wang, make some arrangements."

"Let everyone sit in the reception hall and serve some tea and snacks."

Butler Wang nods quickly:

"Alright, Mr. Qin, I'll go make arrangements right away!"

Soon, the group walks into the reception hall of the reception building.

The reception hall is large, enough to accommodate fifty or sixty people.

Leather sofas, mahogany coffee tables, crystal chandeliers, several calligraphy and painting works hanging on the wall...

Everywhere exudes a low-key luxury.

Qin Ze sits in the main seat.

Others also sit down one after another.

Butler Wang, with several waiters, serves high-quality Longjing tea and various exquisite snacks.

Qin Ze picks up his teacup and takes a sip.

Then he puts down the cup and looks at Ma Liang in the crowd.

"Your name is Ma Liang, right?!"

Ma Liang trembles all over, looks up, and looks at Qin Ze with a pale face.

Qin Ze leans back on the sofa, a faint smile on his lips:

"Just now in the club, you remember what you said, right?"

Ma Liang's lips tremble:

"I remember..."

"That's good." Qin Ze nods, "Then you can come out now."

Ma Liang is frozen in place.

He turns to look at Sun Dapeng, hoping Sun Dapeng can say a word for him.

But Sun Dapeng sits on the sofa, head down, only concerned with drinking his own tea, as if he didn't see his gaze at all.

He looks at Liang Bo again.

Liang Bo picks up his teacup, takes a slow sip, and also has no intention of speaking for him.

Ma Liang's heart goes completely cold.

He grits his teeth, stands up, and walks to Qin Ze.

Then he bows deeply:

"President Qin, I'm sorry!"

"Earlier in the club, I was blind and offended you!"

"I apologize to you!"

Qin Ze looks at him and says nothing.

Ma Liang bows, not daring to straighten up, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead.

After a long while, Qin Ze speaks slowly:

"I accept your apology."

"What about the fifty thousand?"

Ma Liang's face turns pale instantly.

He straightens up, looks at Qin Ze, and stammers:

"President Qin... that fifty thousand..."

"I really can't come up with it..."

Qin Ze raises an eyebrow:

"Can't come up with it? You think you can just say you can't come up with it and be done?"

"No matter what, you should fulfill the words you said!"

Ma Liang nods quickly:

"President Qin, I really don't have that much money on hand right now..."

"And my parents couldn't possibly give me that much money!"

Sun Dapeng finally speaks up at this moment.

He puts down his teacup, looks at Qin Ze, his tone carrying a hint of pleading:

"President Qin, that's enough."

"Little Ma was just speaking quickly, he didn't mean it."

"Can you give me some face and let this matter go?"

Qin Ze glances at Sun Dapeng.

Then he smiles.

"Let it go?"

"Brother, is your face worth fifty thousand?"

Sun Dapeng's face turns bright red instantly.

He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he doesn't say it.