A Successful Blow and a Lucky Draw

Zheng Ping held the phone out to Zhao Zhixiong. "Our boss wants to speak with you."

Zhao Zhixiong took it and, before the owner of Cloudtop Hotel could speak, said politely, "Hello, I'm Zhao Zhixiong from Zhao Group."

"I don't know what grievance you have with Zhao Group that makes you unwilling to let our people dine here. Could you please explain?"

"Even if something upset you, couldn't we talk it over and make peace?"

With that, he gave his major client an apologetic smile.

He just wanted to settle this little matter quickly. What if the client grew tired of waiting and the deal fell through?

Zhao Cuimei had begged her father to secure this chance for him to prove himself. If the deal succeeded, his position would be more secure.

Plenty of people were already unhappy that he held the position at all.

If the deal fell through, he would lose his position, and all his earlier efforts would go to waste.

"Heh."

A quiet chuckle came through the phone.

The voice suddenly sounded familiar to Zhao Zhixiong, as though he had heard it somewhere before.

But he couldn't place it.

Then the other man spoke again. Zhao Zhixiong froze, his eyes widening with disbelief.

He could hardly believe it.

"Zhao Zhixiong, you want to dine at Cloudtop Hotel? What makes you think you deserve to?"

Lin Yuan sneered, his voice cutting across Zhao Zhixiong's heart like a cold blade.

"You! How can it be you? Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Zhixiong lost his composure.

How could Lin Yuan be the owner behind Cloudtop Hotel?

But there was no mistaking his voice.

"What's wrong? Do you know our boss?" Seeing Zhao Zhixiong's reaction, Zheng Ping wondered if he knew his boss.

"Impossible. Impossible!" Zhao Zhixiong kept repeating the word,