The last meal hasn't even settled, and the next meal has already arrived.
Rong Zhi didn't want to refuse, but she really didn't have the time.
Teacher Mao sighed slowly, with a rather disappointed tone: "But Si Raojing and the others really want you to come. Sigh... It's okay, the teacher will wait until you're free!"
An image of a world-weary face flashed through Rong Zhi's mind. She pressed her lips together, but in the end, didn't say no.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I'm free."
Teacher Mao instantly perked up: "Great, great!"
After hanging up the phone, Rong Jin had already returned from browsing around, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his eyes sparkling. "I just asked the workshop supervisor, there's another batch of goods in a couple of days, about two hundred thousand. Should we put it on pre-sale?"
Rong Zhi estimated how much was left to reach fifty billion, nodded, and responded lightly, "Go ahead with the pre-sale."
Rong Jin: "Okay!"
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