"Sir, sir, are you listening?"
Seeing that the other party hadn't said a word, President Liao urgently asked over the phone.
"President Liao, don't approve that transaction and keep a hold on the person with the bank card. I'll have Chairman Song Hanbo, Old Mr. Song, contact you soon!"
Han Yu had already made a plan and instructed President Liao.
Hearing the name Old Mr. Song, President Liao immediately nodded, "Got it!"
After hanging up, President Liao immediately called the VIP client manager Feng Yao, "Feng Yao, has your brain been kicked by a donkey? How can you do business with a client without even checking their identity?"
Manager Feng was taken aback, "President Liao, are you saying the person doing the business is not…"
"Nonsense!"
President Liao said angrily, "The person on the phone was a man! I just checked, and the card owner's name is Han Yu, twenty-eight years old, not at all the fifty-year-old Mrs. Yang you mentioned!"
"What… What?"
