Park Sung-hoon had left the hall.
Chen Han's assistant suddenly beamed, "Manager, did they just run away without a fight?"
This question.
Left Chen Han utterly speechless.
Run away without a fight?
Do you think this is a war?
At this moment, Park Sung-hoon taking his luggage and leaving could only mean one thing: the other party believed that the project was simply unfeasible. Breaking it down, it was either that bidding held no hope, or the profit was too little to bother with.
Whichever it was.
It was not good news for Chen Han.
"Let's go, we'll check into our hotel and try to gather some information," Chen Han said.
"Okay."
The two followed the attendant to their room.
Chen Han first reported his whereabouts to a vice president of a domestic group, and finally, he brought up what Park Sung-hoon had mentioned, throwing out his own guess that things might be a bit complicated.
The counterpart laughed upon hearing this.
