"Damn it, why the hell are these bastards so slow at handling things... I'm so pissed off."
"Can't even make money when it's practically handed to them, huh?"
Swearing aside,
Qin Xiong felt even more helpless inside.
Such were the times.
For a small company like his to survive in the cracks was already quite an achievement.
Any larger bandwidth supply company had countless internet enterprises in the whole region clamoring for their services.
To these giants, his server with 50,000 users was nothing but a speck stuck between their teeth.
It was hard to blame them for not paying attention.
Who else could he turn to if not for them?
He called again, trying to expedite the process.
But he was greeted with nothing but a barrage of impatient scolding on the other end.
"What's the rush? Even those who come in asking for bandwidth in the hundreds of thousands are waiting in line patiently, and here you are, in a hurry? If you think we're too slow, go find someone else."
