After not hearing a response from Shen Shaohua for a long time, Liang Zhenghua said urgently, "We have to hurry, the people over there are already pressing us. If this batch can't be shipped out smoothly, our cooperation could be affected."
Shen Shaohua: "I understand. Have them continue with the plan. As for his side, I'll handle it."
Liang Zhenghua: "Are you sure you can deal with him?"
Shen Shaohua chuckled lightly, "I'll handle him."
Hearing Shen Shaohua's response, Liang Zhenghua felt relieved, "Alright, then I'll continue communicating with them."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Shaohua picked up a photo on the table, a crazed glint in his eyes.
And in the photo was Sang Yu, taken when Sang Yu was coming out of the newspaper office.
"I wonder if you'll care about this."
Shen Shaohua put the photo away and made a call.
On the other side, Liang Zhenghua, having received Shen Shaohua's confirmation, contacted the previous people.
