"Yes, yes, yes, just transfer the money, it's fine. Even if I don't win over Qingqing, it's not a loss. She has a wide network, and now I've followed her here to Xia Dong..."
"You have no idea! Her sister is a famous tea king's relative here at the Tea Capital, she can even get mother tree Dahongpao. They're exporting black tea to England, selling for hundreds of pounds per ounce, unimaginable wealth..."
"Annual sales are calculated in tens of billions. If things don't work out with Qingqing, I'll just go to Qingqing or the Yiyi family I knew before." Yin Pengfei sat comfortably on the massage chair, grinning as he assured his mother on the phone that he's making efforts to get married.
Under Ansheng's gaze, after hanging up the call, Yin Pengfei took out a box of cigars, sipped his tea comfortably, then picked up a tablet from the side, as the technician who followed him into the room closed the suite door.
