"Kid, you really don't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
The man in sunglasses sneered, slowly pulling out his cell phone.
"He's just a small pharmacy owner; even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to offend Jinshan United Pharmaceuticals. If he dares to keep selling your drugs, it means that eighty percent of the drugs in his pharmacy will need to be taken off the shelves."
"A pharmacy without drugs to sell is worthless. Since you, kid, are not giving up and insist on facing this harsh reality, then I'll fulfill your wish."
With that, the man in sunglasses scrolled through his contacts to find Wang Hongli's number and dialed it directly.
Soon, Wang Hongli answered the call.
"Hello, Mr. Wang. This is Cao Yuming from United Pharmaceutical Group. I hear you've been selling two kinds of drugs produced by Ziyan Hong Pharmaceutical Factory. I demand that you stop selling them immediately and never work with them again."
