Zheng Xiyuan thought he had made himself clear enough, but people with strong abilities often had a common problem, they were insistent on their ideas and found it hard to let go. Shen Yali had been trying to persuade him, but Zheng Xiyuan was a boss who was good at listening to his subordinates' opinions.
After fewer than ten sentences, his impatience reached its peak, "Fine, fine, fine, I'll call right away and talk to Qiao Dongyang."
"Now? I think Mr. Qiao isn't in a good mood today, how about you find another suitable time?"
"No need, no need. He and I are as close as can be, he won't ignore me."
Shen Yali breathed a sigh of relief, "All right, I'll wait for Mr. Zheng's news."
Zheng Xiyuan hung up the phone and immediately dialed Qiao Dongyang, but the phone barely rang twice before his "close as can be" friend hung up directly. Used to his way of doing things, Zheng dialed a second, and a third time, only to be hung up on again.
