"Are you sure?"
At 9:48, just before ten in the morning, Jiang Chen received a call.
"I'm sure."
The reply from the other end was quite affirmative, though, unfortunately, facial expressions couldn't be seen through radio waves.
It was Hu Die's voice.
As the chief planner of a new international commercial empire, Boss Jiang certainly understood the principle of putting the right person in the right job, although it wasn't a difficult task for him. Wasn't it more convenient and efficient to let Hu Die handle it?
At the same time, it was also a kind of assessment.
Based on the behavior of a lady who was still occupying his room last night and likely still snoring away, if he couldn't tell that she had encountered a problem, it would really be a disservice to their friendship.
Such an obvious attempt to change the subject—eight or nine times out of ten, it meant the Kyoto factory project had encountered an obstacle.
But wasn't it a sure thing?
