Looking at Guan Hai's back, Wan Feng felt happy but also a little depressed.
Could it be that with the blessing of good fortune, anyone can become an immortal?
Are all these people under him a little too evil? Instead, it makes him look like a bit of a loser.
It seems like I haven't made any progress at all over the years. I'm still the same old guy, and I seem to have become even dumber!
Wan Feng shook his head helplessly, went back to the office, picked up the phone and called Zhang Shiqian.
"Hello! Who is this?" Zhang Shiqian's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Brother Zhang! I'm Wan Feng!"
"Xiao Wan! What's the matter?"
"How's the production going on your end?"
"What else can I do? I only have a production capacity of 200,000. Even if I wanted to produce, I couldn't."
This guy started crying poor again.
"How about giving you another AX100 line for 200,000?"
The voice on the other end of the phone immediately rose two syllables: "Okay, okay!"
"What if I give you another leap line?"
"Really!" The guy was so excited that his voice broke.
Wan Feng really wanted to tell him that he was joking, but when he thought about his age, he wondered if he would get a cerebral thrombosis or a hemorrhage due to his hot and cold behavior, which would be a tragedy.
"A 200,000 AX100 line and a 150,000 Feiyue line. But you have to pull them yourself. My staff is busy and can't deliver them to you. If you hire a transportation company..."
"No, no! I'm worried about them. I'll go there myself. I'll arrange a car right away and fly over tomorrow."
This guy hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.
What the hell is this!
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