"Who is it?"
The phone rang several times before it was answered. An authoritative voice came from the other end.
"This is Lin Mu. I'm calling about your company's attempt to acquire the formulas from Boheng Pharma. I need an explanation."
"Explanation? To hell with your explanation! If you don't hand over those formulas, believe me, I can make your pathetic company disappear!"
"Very well. I'll pay you a personal visit tomorrow."
"Fuck! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think Miraculous Company is a place any stray dog can just walk into? If you want an audience with me, you'd better burn some incense, take a bath, and perform the nine kowtows first!"
The line went dead.
But the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.
Someone dared to curse Mr. Lin? And told him to kowtow? Isn't that courting death?
