"Rest assured, someone will replace you."
Liang He said with a faint smile.
"Who? Xinmeng Group?"
Pei Yan gritted his teeth, "So it is Xinmeng Group, fine, I accept the penalty!"
"By the way, weren't all the awards from the Welfare Association given to you? Does Mr. Pei's headquarters plan to pay that three billion in donations?"
Liang He sneered.
"Give it! Give them all!"
Pei Yan dared not offend the officials now.
Otherwise, if he were really expelled, he would be killed by the March Group.
Soon, the March Group's Zhili Prefecture Headquarters took out one hundred and thirty billion.
It was used to pay the fines and donations.
Initially, they wanted to save some money.
Now, not only did they not save money, but they also ended up spending even more.
The most frustrating part was spending money without receiving any recognition but instead being scolded harshly.