Lin Yue held the piece of paper, looking at the phone number on it.
She let out a wry smile.
She was moved that Gu Feng could say such words at this time, but she felt he was being too optimistic.
The current Thunder needed tens or even billions in funds to compete with Chengjun Group.
And that was just to be qualified to take on Chengjun.
The most important thing was to find overseas consignment clients.
Otherwise, everything was in vain.
Thus, this situation wasn't something a phone number could solve.
She was grateful for Gu Feng's determination to help, but also felt that he lacked understanding of Thunder's current complex situation, or rather, he didn't understand the predicament the group was facing right now.
But since he intended to help out of kindness, Lin Yue still did as Gu Feng had suggested.
She gave the phone number to the Thunder business team that was overseas looking for clients.
