In the meeting room of Anqing Group, the atmosphere gradually became strange.
The grey-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit stared at the leader of the Five-Tailed.
"Brother Zhi, I want that spot!"
Calling Qian Shenglu and then using Qian Shenglu's hand to pass the phone to Hong Xuezhi was a form of intimidation!
Almost every node was perfect, and it gripped their hearts.
Very soon, Zhang Hanfu, the most trusted subordinate of the former Fourth Master, rang.
"Zhang Shu, it's me. I want that seat."
Zhang Hanfu's eyes flickered. He glanced at Zheng Guohua and Hong Xuezhi. He did not know what had happened, but he did not hesitate. He only replied in a deep voice,
"Alright!"
