Zhou Jie thought darkly, Myth Communication was never that strong to begin with, and with his departure, it was as if nobody was left to shoulder the burden. Just judging by the Li surname's behavior, when trouble struck again, it would be the doom of Myth Communication.
"Boss, boss."
"Uh-huh."
Zhou Jie looked towards his assistant Linda: "Linda, come have a drink with me."
A day flew by in the blink of an eye.
Li Feng, holding the invitation to the charity auction, arrived at Jiangshan International Hotel. This hotel was even larger than Outer Heaven, with a glittering golden lobby that was grand and majestic, exuding a sense of luxurious high class everywhere.
Li Feng didn't rush to enter the auction hall; instead, he took out his phone to contact Wang Jin'er. Wang Jin'er replied that she was nearly there, so Li Feng stepped out of the hotel and went to the entrance.
