Yang Yuxin certainly did not believe that the other party had truly dialed the wrong number.
There were only a few people who knew her phone number, and anyone who could call her "Manager Yang" could not possibly be an outsider.
As for knowing that Manager Yang collected ancient coins, that was even rarer—perhaps it was more widely known among Dragon City's circles, but in Jincheng, those who knew could be counted on one hand.
Do not underestimate this. Ordinary people could not easily learn the hobbies of high-ranking leaders.
The head of Fuhong Group knew Yang Yuxin's interests because he was on that level. But would he possibly tell others about Manager Yang's personal hobbies? Don't be ridiculous. If everyone knew, would his own opportunities not become fewer?
Thus, such information was usually monopolized. Ordinary people simply had no access to it.
For that reason, Yang Yuxin instinctively felt that this unfamiliar call was suspicious and wanted to hang up.
"Don't, Manager Yang. Please hear me out," the person on the other end cried. "My name is Shen Guangming. I run a small business in Jincheng and have always dealt with people honestly. I've long wanted to pay you a visit."
Yang Yuxin still ended the call, then glanced at Feng Jun. "Shen Guangming called personally."
"Heh." Feng Jun smiled. That guy really is panicking.
How could Shen Guangming not panic? He had nearly been scared to death.
Originally, he had wanted to see how Feng Jun would deal with Zhu Yuefu. Even when the shooting occurred at Moonbrow Martial School, he had only asked someone to plead on his behalf. Deep down, he had not been entirely unwilling to wait and see.
But... five consecutive jumps. He knew four out of the five people. Only one was a