While the two were exchanging pleasantries, Qin Yu, Qu Qicong, and others gathered around the stone cutting machine, pointing and discussing. Qin Yu's eyes lit up, and he immediately sent a message in the shareholders' WeChat group: "Close the net!"
Chi Yanyan quickly sent a message in the WeChat group: "Mr. Qin, the person with Wang Lina is the president of Zhonghe, An Jianmin."
"No problem, act according to the situation. If she dares to say we are shills, just tell her she's sour because she can't eat the grapes. I'm not afraid of making a scene. I'm afraid we won't make it big enough; it could really boost our popularity."
Li Xiaonuan sent a message in the WeChat group: "Squad leader, since President Su is here, there's no need for me to act with you anymore. Let President Su take over; you two look more like a couple anyway. I'm feeling a bit dizzy; I'll go rest for a while."
"Okay." Qin Yu knew Li Xiaonuan was feeling uncomfortable, but he was helpless.
