International Trade Club had a total of twenty to thirty floors.
At this moment, within a sealed room on the fourth floor, Chen Shangbin was sitting on a sofa, his gaze fixed on the huge screen in front of him, his expression filled with reverence.
The only thing that could make him so reverent was naturally the voice coming from the phone he was holding.
"My lord, do you have any further instructions?" While Chen Shangbin was greatly interested in the various expressions on the screen, his phone suddenly rang.
He had been ready to turn off the device and carry out his task with peace of mind, but when he glanced at it, he jumped with fright.
Because the call was from "My lord"!
So he hastily answered the phone.
Only after he tentatively asked a question did a voice come through the phone, "There have been some changes today. Later, find a way to calm the situation, try not to let anyone suspect you, and if necessary… Fei Rende can be sacrificed!"
"What?"
