"What?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be busy with something, with the faint noise of papers rustling and the sound of a keyboard being tapped.
Secretary Gao, hearing this, had to explain further, "The teacher said, an Ning asked Lin Yebai to pick her up."
Then there was no more sound over the phone!
Not the sound of talking, but even the noises of papers flipping, keyboards tapping and so on were gone. All that remained was the "zzzz" of the current on the line.
How could this silence... why did it give him the sensation that a thunderstorm was pressing down on him, leaving him gasping for breath?
Secretary Gao swallowed with difficulty and wanted to explain further, but at that moment, there was a "snap" from the phone, and the call was disconnected...
Beep beep beep beep...
It’s over, his tyrant boss is angry again!
But why should he be angry? That damn kid, wasn’t he always despised by him? And that woman—he always found her annoying, thinking she did nothing but trouble him. Now that they finally won’t bother him anymore, he should be happy, right? What’s there to be angry about?
Secretary Gao was truly puzzled!
But what he didn’t know was that just when he had hung up the phone, in the president’s office on the fifteenth floor of the Ou Corporation building, a man enveloped in an icy aura of anger had just thrown an invitation that had been newly delivered onto his desk into the waste bin.
"Third young master, the old chairman is on the line..."
Why was that old man calling him?
The man, already upset, had no interest in taking the call and said "Don’t answer," and hung up the phone.
If there’s nothing important, just rest at home. Why bother me?
His mood was very bad. After hanging up, he was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water when his mobile phone on the desk rang again. He picked it up and saw it wasn’t the old man from their family, then who else could it be?
Wasn’t he annoyed enough?
He scowled deeply, nearly turning off the phone altogether!
"You little brat, why didn’t you answer my call? Are you asking for a beating?" As soon as the call was connected, sure enough, an angry voice came from the receiver.
The man, already in a bad mood, quickly held the phone away from his ear, "If you shout any louder, do you believe I’ll hang up right now?"
Old Mr. Ou was about to explode with anger at his own son.
What kind of son was this? Talking to him with such a tone, who was actually the son here?
But indeed, after being threatened like that, the voice on the phone really did get quieter: "You little rascal, how dare you threaten your old man? I called you to tell you about an invitation. Have you received it?"
"What invitation?" The man in the dark wasn’t even remembering the thing he had just thrown in the trash bin.
Hearing this on the phone, the old man had to patiently explain, "It’s an invitation to an international jewelry appraisal convention in Japan. Haven’t you always said I don’t support your Yuzhirun? Fine, this time, I’ve secured an opportunity for you. You can take Yuzhirun’s products to the exhibition, and if you succeed there, you little brat, your Yuzhirun will take off."
International Jewelry Appraisal Convention?
He blinked, finally remembering such a thing, and immediately dug through the trash bin to retrieve that item.