"And then?" Satya Nadella suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"I'll tell you when you come to the office tomorrow. I'm sorry, Mr. Nadella, goodbye."
With that, the call on the other side was hung up decisively.
Satya Nadella dialed again with a serious expression, only to hear the maddening busy tone.
"Fuck!" Satya Nadella cursed viciously; it seemed he had thought too kindly of these damn Angsa people!
...
In Huaxia, inside Conference Room 2 of the International Mathematics Research Center at Yanbei University, Qiao Yu was sitting on the stage staring blankly at the list he'd just checked.
Originally, he intended to select only four people, but now it had been increased to eight. There was no choice; after telling Zheng Xiwen his plan, he got too excited, and trouble followed.
His dear Uncle Zheng had almost sprinted out of his office at a hundred-meter dash speed.
