Good news, despite it being the middle of the night, Mr. Ke had still answered the phone.
Bad news, just as I had reported our impressive performance, the other side suddenly let out a loud 'awoo' and then went silent.
I also heard the sound of a phone being heavily smashed against the floor.
"Manager… Did Mr. Ke pass out from happiness?" This incident completely baffled the subordinate who hadn't seen much of the world.
Huang Chun, who hadn't seen much more himself, stroked his chin and pondered for a while before he said.
"No worries, young man, just sleep on it."
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The next day, for the entire morning.
Ke Jin was in his room going 'thwack thwack thwack.'
He had printed the work photos of the general managers from WWgame and Cloudgame, piled them up, and pinned them onto the dartboard hanging on the wall inside the room.
So you're the motherfucker named Liu Tianding, right!
I bet you've never seen Feishehui before!
