"Shuyao." Before she could finish speaking, Shen Jianian interrupted, her calm expression tinged with a hint of difficulty and impatience, "I never meddle in business affairs, nor do I understand them. As you can see, my job involves the symphony orchestra, I'm afraid I can't help you with that."
Yin Shuyao released the grip on the cup's handle, placing her hand under the table, nails digging into her palm, her face a bit grim, though she tried hard to disguise it.
"I've inquired, there's a project under Jun Mountain called Yuelong Bay that's about to start, requiring a large amount of building materials. Rest assured, our factory's products are of quality, all you need is to mention it to the project leader. With your status, they will definitely give you face and won't refuse."
Shen Jianian claimed she didn't understand, so Yin Shuyao gave her a suggestion.
