"Why, Uncle Zhao, are you scared? This path you've chosen isn't easy. I just want to help you take some shortcuts. Do you dare?"
Wen Xin sat lazily in her office chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. Her face was cold and calculating. She was gambling, gambling that Zhao Honghan was a man with guts.
Zhao Honghan looked at the documents in front of him. After hesitating for about a minute, he suddenly chuckled, "What's there to be afraid of? To get to where I am today, I've learned one thing: to stand firm, you have to be ruthless. I'll start preparing now. You wait for my news."
"Alright, I'll be waiting for your news, Uncle Zhao."
Wen Xin responded softly and hung up the phone. She leaned back in her office chair, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. Since they were going to play, they might as well play big. Some things can't be resolved by running away.
