After hearing Hao Jian's words, Li Ye could not help laughing.
"Tomorrow? Even Liang Xiaomin has become this imposing now? If Guo Donglun comes in person, do I need to pave the road with yellow earth and kneel on the ground to welcome him?"
Li Ye had only met Liang Xiaomin once before. Back then, she had merely been the nanny pushing Guo Donglun's wheelchair. It was already generous to let her sit at the table during meals, yet now she was sternly declaring to Li Ye, "Tomorrow."
What angered Li Ye even more was that Hao Jian was also a renowned entrepreneur in Pengcheng, not some second-rate trader who had just headed south to Yangcheng. Why had he not rejected Liang Xiaomin's rude demand on the spot?
Had Liang Xiaomin's power soared so wildly over the past few years that she had become absurdly impressive? Or was Hao Jian, that old fox, utterly devoid of backbone, crying home for mom at the first sign of pressure?
If it was the latter, Li Ye would truly be angry.
What standing did Liang Xiaomin have to set a deadline for me? I helped you, Hao Jian, make a fortune, so you should help your master shoulder worries. Can't you even handle such a small matter now?
Hao Jian heard Li Ye's displeasure and hurriedly explained, "Li Ye, I don't think this was Guo Donglun's idea."
Li Ye frowned slightly. "Not Guo Donglun's idea? Then whose idea was it?"
Hao Jian said, "It's hard to explain in a few words. How about I come over now, and we discuss it properly?"
Li Ye gave a soft laugh. "Why are you panicking? The sky isn't falling. Come early tomorrow morning and tell me then."
"All right!"
After hanging up, Li Ye first went