On the other end of the phone, sitting in a luxurious café, Ma Tao looked bitterly at the phone in front of him.
"She blocked me. I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, I didn't complete your instruction."
Wu Jingwen smiled faintly, "It's fine. You're still supplying the materials for the project in the eastern suburbs."
"Haha! Thank you, Mr. Wu." Director Ma smiled reservedly, his heart extremely satisfied.
The profits just from the basic materials for that project were nearly over twenty million.
But what mattered more to him wasn't the money—it was the connection he'd managed to establish with the Wu family through this.
Knock, knock!
Wu Jingwen's phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
"Teacher Wu, are you busy? Can I call you and talk about something?"
"I'll call you in fifteen minutes."
Leaving the café, Wu Jingwen sat inside her car and dialed the number.
"Teacher Wu, I'm very sorry, there's something I need to tell you..."
