"Really? These guys have some nerve! Tell me, who has refused us?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
Wu Qiaoqiao placed the document in front of Zhang Xiaohao and pointed to the places marked with an X, saying, "Mr. Zhang, those marked with an X have flat out rejected us! Those that are highlighted particularly harshly criticized our company's products as trash, threatening to join forces to boycott our products."
"Just them? I don't mean to look down on them, but even if you added another ten or so, they couldn't manage it!" Zhang Xiaohao said arrogantly.
A finger slipped, and Zhang Xiaohao pointed at a stunningly beautiful photo, saying, "And this one, without an X or any highlight—what's the deal with that?"
Looking at the photo before him, Zhang Xiaohao felt that the woman in the photo seemed familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where at the moment.
