"Interesting, are you saying all of our transactions with the [Black Market] have been completely returned?"
In a top-floor meeting room of a certain tall building, a man in a suit sitting at the head of the table frowned and rhythmically tapped the documents on the table with his fingers.
The remaining five people in the meeting room looked at each other, each sighing helplessly as they glanced down at the reports in their hands and nodded.
"Wu, from the production department to the sales department, from the research department to the equipment department, every department's transactions with the [Black Market] were indeed rejected, even those ongoing cooperative projects they returned, this has caused many of our projects to get stuck suddenly."
"What's going on with the [Black Market]? Aren't we their leading big customer? Isn't it stupid to not earn money?"
"Wu, what do you think their purpose is for doing this?"
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