"Foot spa city?"
Zhang Menglong's voice was so loud that the people around him heard his conversation with Ding Yuxi.
The once second largest music platform in the country, the grand NetEase Music, was actually going to be transformed into a music-themed foot spa city? How sensational was that?
"Zhang Menglong, you..." Ding Yuxi was already so angry he was trembling. The last time he had been infuriated by Zhang Menglong, he had ended up in the hospital. The doctor had told him his heart had some congenital arrhythmia, and if often stimulated, it might very likely develop into heart disease.
"Don't look at me, vote!" Zhang Menglong said, "Our shares combined, have already surpassed two-thirds. We can just raise our hands to vote, and it will pass. I've already taken care of the new business license!"
"Xiao Wang, bring the license and that plaque!" Zhang Menglong called to an employee from Music Forest.
