After Lou Xi closed the office door, Qin Mobai's gentle expression completely disappeared, replaced by a cool and distant look.
He rummaged through a pile of business cards in the drawer and pulled out one. As he picked up a cigarette from the table and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter, he squinted at the numbers on his phone.
Dialed out.
"Hello, who's this?" The background noise was quite loud.
Qin Mobai's brows furrowed sharply.
"Qin Mobai." He calmly stated his name.
The person on the other end was taken aback, apparently not expecting the president of Jia Sheng Group to personally call him. Somewhat incredulous, he responded, "Haha, if you're Qin Mobai, then I'm..."
"Next quarter's contract, Jia Sheng intends to openly bid. I wonder if President Lin is interested in collaborating with us."
