Ever since Song Heping let the tail go, Zayed waited in his luxurious office for two days.
He originally thought that this man named Song, the Lord Dong, would succumb under his pressure, obediently accept his harsh 20% commission plan, and take the initiative to call back and beg for mercy.
After all, in Goa, besides him, Zayed, who else had the ability and courage to take on such a large deal involving a large amount of arms and sensitive materials?
However, for two days, his phone remained silent.
This abnormal silence made Zayed gradually restless and uneasy, from his initial confidence.
He paced back and forth like a tiger trapped in a cage, in the office covered with an expensive Persian carpet.
"Damn Boss Dong! Who does he think he is?"
Zayed cursed under his breath, his brows furrowed tightly.
The profit from that business was too tempting, enough to elevate his power to another level, even surpassing his old rival Narendra.
