The next morning, Meng Changkun rushed to the company, looking like he had something to say but was hesitating, stammering over his words.
Lu Liang felt puzzled and couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Kun, just say what you want to say, no need to look like you're constipated."
"I'll just say it then, don't get angry too quickly, and let me clarify, these aren't my words, I only heard about it."
Meng Changkun had heard that someone was plotting against Lu Liang, spending money on charity and even publicizing the financial details, which had touched on certain people's interests.
Some people were counting on this "fat of the land" to make a living, and while Lu Liang had earned himself a reputation, he had put the entire industry on the hot seat.
Lu Liang chuckled, "So, what are they planning to do to me?"
Meng Changkun said, "They probably wouldn't dare to confront you openly, but I guess they might resort to some mean tactics."
