"Lawyer Tang, Lawyer Tang, will they really give us that ten grand plus?"
Just as Old Tang was walking back and forth as if searching for something, Zhao Bin, who had been holding back for a while, couldn't help but ask.
Upon hearing this, Old Tang stopped in his tracks, turned back with a smile, and said, "Drop that 'really,' rest assured, they will be begging you to take the money when the time comes."
Begging me to take the money?
Zhao Bin couldn't fathom what situation would lead to agencies begging laborers to accept money. Do such agencies still exist nowadays?
Not to mention, he had approached several agencies countless times over the past few months, and they couldn't care less about him. Any mention of the withheld wages would result instantly in a barrage of swearing.
Could such people really be made to beg him to accept money?
Zhao Bin laughed subconsciously, "Lawyer Tang, I've never seen anything like this in my life."