"President Gu, Wang Fanchang is far too arrogant. Should we sign the contract with him?" Zhang Shuo asked angrily.
Gu Shuangyan suppressed her rage and analyzed calmly, "Usually, Wang Fanchang is very polite to us, even compliant. How dare he contradict us like this? There must be a reason for such a drastic change. One, he's realized our weakness; and two, there must be someone behind the scenes stirring things up. Tell me, who would be directing him for no reason?"
"This... I don't know," Zhang Shuo shook his head.
"Actually, it's easy to guess. The one who can quickly pinpoint our Achilles' heel and is eager to guide Wang Fanchang must be our competitor. Isn't the answer obvious?"
"Imperial Chef Arrival?" Zhang Shuo asked in surprise.
