Pony Ma still had strong connections in mainland China. Before long, Wang Hu's information was on his desk. Although Wang Hu was a major client, he was not as big as Tencent.

Little Ma was puzzled. "Why would Wang Hu want to buy our stock, and in such a way? It's clearly a lose-lose situation." However, the reason why Wang Hu wanted to buy his stock was not mentioned above.

Night fell over the city, and the city lights began to twinkle. Little Ma sat at his desk, looking at the documents in his hand, on which was written a string of phone numbers.

I dialed the number listed above. Night had already fallen, and most people were enjoying a cozy dinner at home.

Meanwhile, Wang Hu and Zhang Qian were sitting together, enjoying a sumptuous meal. Suddenly, a cell phone ring broke the tranquility of the table.

Wang Hu glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was a completely unfamiliar number. He thought it was probably just another annoying sales call or a wrong number, so he hung up without hesitation and continued to enjoy his food.

However, not long after, that familiar ringtone sounded again. Wang Hu frowned, muttering to himself, "This guy's pretty persistent!" He put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and looked at it; it was still the same number.

Could it be something urgent? With a hint of doubt, Wang Hu finally decided to answer the phone.

Wang Hu heard a somewhat familiar voice: "Hello, are you Mr. Wang Hu?" Upon hearing this voice, Wang Hu was instantly stunned.

The voice was so familiar that, even though it was just over the phone, he immediately recognized who it was—it was none other than the famous Little Ma!

It's worth noting that Wang Hu spent a lot of time surfing the internet in his previous life, so he was naturally very familiar with Little Ma's various deeds and voices.

After regaining his senses, Wang Hu quickly replied, "Brother Ma, how did you get my phone number?" His tone was full of surprise and curiosity.