Just after all the presidents of Tang Qing's subsidiaries had received the email about the annual meeting,
less than ten minutes had passed,
Tang Qing's phone rang.
Upon seeing the number, it was actually Zheng Lin calling. Tang Qing, having no idea what the matter could be, casually pressed the answer button.
"Brother Zheng, what's up?" Tang Qing asked.
With a laugh, Zheng Lin asked in return, "Little Tang, I just got an invitation email from Sky Eye mentioning the company's annual meeting on the 20th this month in Qingyan City, right?"
As one of the directors of Comet Film Company, he was naturally on the list to be notified. However, unlike Tang Qing, he didn't have the final say. The annual meeting was hosted by Sky Eye, and all that was required was for Tang Qing to give his nod of approval, without the need to ask for Zheng Lin's opinion.
"Yeah, what about it?" Tang Qing asked again.
"Well, do you need me to call some friends to show support?"
