He found the first number at the top of the list and dialed it directly.
BEEP.
The phone had only rung once before it was picked up. A respectful, middle-aged man's voice immediately came through the receiver:
"Chairman Fang, hello. This is Lu Zhisen, your Executive Vice President. We've already arranged the meeting and are ready for you to come and guide us on the next steps for our work."
Hearing this, Fang Chenyi chuckled, then spoke in a somewhat icy tone:
"Heh, President Lu... my hands are tied. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it over right now."
When Hao Jianren, who was standing in front of him, heard Fang Chenyi's words, he assumed Fang Chenyi was just calling someone he had a meeting with to let them know his plane couldn't take off.
A smug look crept onto his face. 'So what if you're rich, you little punk? This isn't China!'
Of course, there was no way he could have imagined that this call was to his own group's top executive—a man whose word was law.
