"It's not that I don't want to help you. My hands are tied. I know that you are facing such a big crisis and I shouldn't terminate the contract with you at this time. But the company does not only belong to me. I've to think about my staff's welfare and livelihood. I can't help you this time. I'm sorry."
"Mr. Shawn, Mr. Shawn!" Wendy yelled several times, but it was obvious that the line had been cut.
Wendy closed her eyes and massaged her temples.
Zen asked, "Is it not going well?"
Wendy shook her head: "They are still very angry. Obviously, he is unwilling to wait for the next batch of goods. Even though I mentioned compensation, it's of no use. It seems that they don't believe in us anymore, and are worried that the new goods might be problematic as well."
"What should we do now?" Zen looked at Wendy and asked tentatively.
"What else can I do? I guess I'll just do my best. You can't give up without trying.
