Old Zhang let out a long sigh and hung up the phone. Having paid such a high price, and having spent these days tirelessly reshuffling, negotiating, balancing interests, and maneuvering various forces, finally, this good opportunity had arrived.
Even his own son didn't get this opportunity.
Firstly, to avoid suspicion; secondly, because his son's status and reputation truly couldn't compare to Wan Donglin's.
Moreover, he had truly made a deliberate effort to cultivate him, elevating him to the highest position... Even when the incident of Zhang Chuchu's suicide occurred, he didn't blame him, but was still very determined to allow him to rise.
After all, up to now, he indeed couldn't find a better trump card.
But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, such a thing happened.
Wan Donglin had already stepped onto the plane; Zhang Xiang finally couldn't bear it: "Third Young Master... Can you postpone it by one day?"
He looked at him in disbelief.
