Who could scold Jiang Wensheng over the phone as if he were a grandchild? Ren He didn't know the identity of the caller, nor did he have any interest in finding out.
Behind every successful person, there's often a large interest group; in fact, Ren He had long speculated that Jiang Wensheng's success in the entertainment industry was no exception.
But no matter who was backing the other party, they could definitely not be of a higher level than Sir Yang, because the chains of interests tied to Jiang Wensheng were just too flimsy to restrain a behemoth.
After scolding Jiang Wensheng, the person on the other end of the line hung up, leaving him alone, looking at Ren He with a face that switched between clouds and sunshine.
Ren He sat across from him with calm aplomb, "Are we still talking about acquisition now?"
Jiang Wensheng took a deep breath; he wasn't a fool and understood he had probably hit a snag, "This is all a misunderstanding…"
