"Is this what you call stalling for ten days? By dragging it out with a protest? You might as well kill me and stall with my head!"
Old Yu's frustrated roar transmitted through the phone line into Shen Jin's ear.
Shen Jin waited until he had finished yelling before replying leisurely, "Just tell me if you can delay for ten days."
Old Yu: "...!"
More than ten days!
If this isn't handled properly, it could go on for half a month.
Old Yu took a few deep breaths, gritting his teeth as he asked in a low voice, "With things getting this out of hand, how do you plan on wrapping it up?"
Shen Jin: "It's not the Shen Family that the people are protesting against, why should we clean up the mess?"
"..."
"Call me again, and I'll personally guard your Shen Family's house!"
Old Yu slammed down the phone.
Shen Jin calmly placed the phone back on the cradle, continuing to look at the account book without any fluctuation in emotion.
...
The marching crowd was growing larger and larger.
