Chapter 103 Conscience

I took a deep breath and recounted the conversation I had with Song San last night.

Unexpectedly, Wang Ju smiled contemptuously: "You think you are the only one who knows?"

"You knew this before?"

"nonsense!"

Wang Ju's small body burst out with great energy, and he slapped the table and shouted.

"I don't even know about this bullshit, so why should I be treated like a bullshit president?"

Originally, I wanted to discuss it with him and come up with other solutions together.

But if he said that, then I wouldn't be happy with it.

"Bullshit? What do you call a bunch of people who can't be reincarnated?"

"Also, let me ask you."

The surge of emotion also made me raise my voice uncontrollably.

"Did you also know that you poured shit on them before?"

"I know."

"Don't you have any regrets?"

Wang Ju rolled his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you talking to?"

"Who gave you the capital to slap the table with me and stare at me?"

Wang Ju stood directly on the table, maintaining an angle that was almost eye-level with me.

"I'm telling you, don't talk to me about those nonsense! I'm a businessman, and businessmen only talk about profits!"

"Businessman? No matter who you are, you are a human being first! To be a human being, you must have a conscience!"

There was a hint of ferocity on Wang Ju's lips: "Profit is the conscience of a businessman, do you understand?"

His hands kept poking my shoulders: "Don't forget, you are a Taoist priest!"

"You're a fucking Taoist priest. Instead of killing ghosts, are you acting as a protective umbrella for them?"

"Yeah, that's right, I'm a Taoist priest."

"Taoist priests uphold justice, not your tools to kill innocent people!"

Wang Ju pursed his lips and pointed at me with a look of hatred on his face.

"Do you really think you have some ability, so you dare to speak nonsense like this to me?"

Looking at his appearance, I knew that there was no point in fighting.

Even if I don't think about myself, I still have to think about the souls in the mansion.

"No offense intended, President Wang."

"Can we find another solution to this matter?"

Wang Ju rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "What can I do?"

"Can you make a Luotian Dajiao?"

"You also know that the ghosts there are full of resentment. This..."

Wang Ju waved his hand and interrupted me: "Luotian Dajiao? Even if you put together all the Taoist temples in Monan, you can't start it!"

What he said is correct.

The Luotian Dajiao is the highest standard of Taoism. There are hundreds of high-level masters and countless statues required.

"There are many brothers in the Changchun Club, let's think of a solution together."

"OK."

Wang Jupi stared at me with a dead smile: "You pay the expenses."

"As long as you can throw money at it, I'll find a way right away."

I have been suppressing the anger in my heart and trying to be calm.

"Can we talk about something other than money?"

Wang Ju hugged his shoulders: "Isn't what I'm talking to you now about conscience?"

"It depends on how much your conscience is worth!"

"***Knowing I have no money!"

"Then don't be conscientious!"

I swear, at this moment, I definitely wanted to kill him.

However, I know that I can't break up with him now.

First of all, I need money to pay off the debt. I am counting on the salary from the funeral home. I will never be able to pay back the half million in my life.

Furthermore, Ji Canghai and Chen Jiayan are also trapped by money.

If Wang Ju and I fall out today, their jobs will be ruined.

If I just insist on justice from my own perspective, it may not be justice.

The smile on Wang Ju's face became more and more obvious, and his words became aggressive.

"I said, as long as you pay, this matter will be done as you say."

"OK!"

I nodded solemnly: "I dare to issue an IOU, do you dare to borrow it?"

Wang Ju is pushing me towards the dead end step by step, so I won't be polite!