Lin Qi's eyebrow twitched when he saw the message from his old man.
'He's even trying to make *this* kind of money?'
'Does he have no shame?'
'No morals at all?'
Lin Qi: "Brother Wei, it's me, Lin Qi. Has the company's head of distribution changed?"
"Yeah, that's right. I'm asking for my old man. The new person in charge isn't too willing to stock his shelves."
"I was hoping to ask if you could spare some of the Divine Iron Bull Class prosthetics for him."
Of course, money had to be made.
Prosthetic Clinics earned their money through hard work, and it didn't really matter what kind of prosthetics they installed.
Although Lin Qi was now a director at United Pharmaceutical, when it came to his Credit Point balance, his pockets were cleaner than his face.
He owed Guang Ling 9 million Credit Points.
He owed King Arthur 7 million Credit Points.
Lin Qi's current funds were deep in the red.
