In fact, it took less than half an hour.
Neither Han Luyi nor Lu Mingzhou lived far from Source Intelligence headquarters, and Xue Zhaoheng lived in a long-term rental apartment right inside the campus.
A little over ten minutes later, the video call rang.
Zhang Biao and Liu Yu were still in their hotel room.
The call connected quickly, and Han Luyi, Lu Mingzhou, and Xue Zhaoheng appeared on the screen.
Judging by the background, all three were already in a conference room.
"Xue has already filled us in," Han Luyi said first.
Lu Mingzhou had also gone to bed earlier and had just been woken by the call. He looked a little disheveled.
Beside him, Xue Zhaoheng was already sweating.
But there was not a trace of panic on Han Luyi's face.
Seeing his expression, Zhang Biao and Liu Yu both felt they had someone to rely on. The panic that had crept up on them subsided a little.
"Let's go over the basic information first," Han Luyi said. "Where does the payment stand?" "The final payment was sent yesterday afternoon by cross-border wire transfer. It has to go through a clearing bank, so the earliest it can reach their account is tomorrow morning."
"That's too late. Is there any way to speed it up?" Han Luyi pressed.
"The clearing goes through international banks. There's nothing we can do." Lu Mingzhou frowned, then suddenly said, "They might accept a bank confirmation letter."
"Go see Zhang Haoran tomorrow morning. Make sure you get the payment confirmation letter as early as possible," Han Luyi instructed.
"Understood."
"What about the goods?" Han Luyi asked over the video call.
Liu Yu and Zhang Biao exchanged a glance.
"We went there this morning. Production is finished, and they're going through quality inspection," Liu Yu