After racking her brain for half a day, she couldn't find a solution. At such a difficult time, the first person she thought she could rely on was actually Xu Fang.
That's why she made this phone call.
Hearing Xu Fang's gentle voice, Qiao Yu suddenly felt a sense of relief, and said with a grievance, "I went to purchase sorghum for production, but they all refused to supply us. Without raw materials, we can't produce anymore."
Thinking of the recent call from Santuo Distillery, Xu Fang tentatively asked, "Is it possible that it's Santuo Distillery's doing?"
"The grain merchants definitely have the goods in stock. A collective supply cut must be orchestrated by someone. Santuo Distillery has strong influence in Yunhai City; it's very likely them," Qiao Yu agreed with Xu Fang's conjecture.
"Are you at the company right now? I'll come to you."
"I'm here, come quickly," Qiao Yu urged.
