"Aunt Yiran, do you want to say a few words to my dad?"
Hearing his na ntioned in the conversation, Wu Chengzu’s ears perked up instantly. It seed like he was watching TV, but in reality, his attention was entirely on the phone.
In the end, Wu Jingjing, looking disappointed, just said "Oh." and hung up the call.
Seeing Wu Jingjing hang up, Wu Chengzu felt a wave of disappointnt, but he didn’t show it on his face. He asked casually, "What happened?"
"I don’t know what’s wrong. As soon as I ntioned you, Aunt Yiran said she had sothing to do and hung up!" Wu Jingjing looked at Wu Chengzu with disdain, "You kept bragging about how we’d get to et Aunt Yiran soday!"
"Wu Jingjing!" Wu Chengzu glared, "It’s the New Year, don’t ruin it for yourself!"
Wu Jingjing pouted, "You know it’s the New Year! What’s the point of just you and staring at each other at ho!"
Wu Chengzu gave Wu Jingjing a look, grabbed his cigarettes, and went to the balcony.
This New Year really isn’t interesting!
After finishing a cigarette, Wu Chengzu lit another one, just about to put it in his mouth, when Wu Jingjing ca over with his phone, "Your phone’s ringing!"
Wu Chengzu took the phone. It displayed a string of unfamiliar numbers.
"Seriously, all you do is smoke all day!" Wu Jingjing left the balcony with a look of disgust.
Wu Chengzu swiped his phone with the fingers holding the cigarette and connected the call, "Hello?"
"Even during the New Year, you’re smoking on the balcony?"
The voice on the line was still the woman’s. Wu Chengzu squinted his eyes and looked downstairs—sure enough, a car was parked there.
"You’ve got so nerve, daring to co directly to . Aren’t you afraid of being discovered? I killed the girl you sent to warm my bed just to protect your identity."
"Ha!" The woman sneered, "What’s so special about that idiot? Isn’t the one you truly like her sister?"
Upon hearing Bai Yiran’s na, Wu Chengzu hesitated, "Just say what you want. It’s the New Year, and I’m in no mood for gas."
"Mr. Dong said he wants to move up the transaction."
"Move it up?" Wu Chengzu took a deep drag on his cigarette, "In the underworld rules, the supply decides when to ship the goods. Since when did the buyer set the date?"
"Honestly, I also want to move up the transaction date. Lately, I’ve been feeling uneasy, like sothing’s off. Once we finish this big deal, we should rest for a while. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we can relax."
After contemplating for a mont, Wu Chengzu asked, "When does he want to move it up to?"
"By the end of next month."
"By the end of next month? There’s no ti to make the goods!" Wu Chengzu scratched his head. He’s been short of people recently. Sohow, a lot of his usually reliable guys have gotten into various troubles and gotten caught.
"There’s no choice. I’ve already promised them. I believe you can find a way. I’ll hang up now!"
The car downstairs drove away, leaving Wu Chengzu’s heart filled with uncontrollable frustration. He imdiately called Chen Bei, "The transaction date’s been moved up to the end of next month. Have the factory work overti to get it done. If it succeeds, everyone gets an extra 5% bonus!"
Wu Chengzu leaned on the balcony with both hands, his eyes gazing viciously downstairs. Wu Jingjing stood at the glass door, puzzled as she looked at her father, Wu Chengzu.
Vaguely, Wu Jingjing seed to have heard words like goods and transaction date.
Could it be that Dad is selling sothing?
What kind of goods is he selling?
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