What kind of disaster could it be? Mo Jingchun couldn't figure it out.
He thought maybe after Qin Yuzhu left, Ling Tong could use big data modeling to make a prediction.
For now...
Mo Jingchun weighed the boat ticket in his hand, as if feeling its weight.
After a long time, Mo Jingchun smiled.
The whale was an unexpected gain, and he didn't spend much on it.
No matter how he calculated it, even if this boat ticket was something intangible, it was still the same.
"I'll keep the boat ticket."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yuzhu visibly let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Mo Jingchun glanced at the other file folder in Qin Yuzhu's hand and said with a faint smile, "I have to sign a confidentiality agreement, right?"
"Yes!" Qin Yuzhu nodded, handing the other file folder to Mo Jingchun.
Regardless of whether Mo Jingchun chose the boat ticket, this confidentiality agreement had to be signed.
Mo Jingchun only glanced at the general content and signed his name directly on it.
