"You're not admitting defeat, you don't care about your face anymore!"
Qin Guang spread his hands, looking towards Jiang Gaofeng, "Uncle, how do you see this matter?"
Jiang Gaofeng's expression was extremely gloomy.
He had never anticipated that Qin Guang had recorded their conversation.
What he had even less expected was that Cold Palace Spirit, that trash product, had sent batch after batch of elite marketing staff to the Wu Group, yet couldn't even get through the door.
But Qin Guang had secured an invitation to the bidding meeting in just three days.
Now it was difficult for him to protect Yang Zhong.
Having just given up on Liang Song, if he gave up Yang Zhong now, his authority as the vice chairman and vice president would be completely lost.
He could only say, "Son-in-law, one should be merciful when possible, Yang Zhong is still your supervisor after all."
"Why should I spare him?"
Qin Guang chuckled.
