The sweaty fat man got out of the car halfway. He was the one who had just sold all his stocks to Su Liyao. He looked like he was timid and afraid.

But after getting off the car, he turned around and made sure that no one followed him, and took out the coins and made a call at the public telephone booth.

After a few sounds, the phone was answered.

"Hello--"

"Yang Sir, I'm Feng Kede." The fat man stood in the public telephone booth, looking around alertly, changing his timid and timid appearance just now, and pressing his voice to tell the other party about everything he had just done.

"So, his funds should be sufficient."

"It should be so, and I even noticed the checkbook. It should not be a problem if I checked it."

"Well. Then it seems that E7 culture is really their weakness..."

The two talked briefly for a few words before the fat man hung up the phone.

Here, Yang Shoucheng, who was sitting in the office, hung up the phone on the table, casually picked up a luxurious watch and held it in his hand to fiddle with it.

Watching the fat man take a ride away.
Chapter completed!