After the Old Fox hung up the video call, Wen Yunuo, irritated, swept everything off his desk onto the floor, having long grown weary of the Old Fox's control and distrust.
After calming down for a moment, Wen Yunuo stood up from his chair, picked up his phone that he had thrown onto the floor, and dialed an unfamiliar number.
The call was answered after just one ring, but no sound came through.
"I am willing to cooperate with you, I just want control of Independent State."
Wen Yunuo's voice was somewhat agitated, as if he had made a significant decision to cooperate with the person on the other line.
The other side did not respond to Wen Yunuo for a while, and just as Wen Yunuo was about to lose his patience, suddenly a mechanical voice sounded.
"You have quite the ambition, but I like your candor. However, I can only give you half the control over Independent State. As for the rest, it depends on how much you contribute to me!"
