Shen Bing was basking in the pleasure of his newfound strength when a ringing phone suddenly snapped him out of it.
He picked up his phone and saw that Gao Jingchuan was calling.
In a cheerful mood, Shen Bing answered with a chuckle. "Old Gao, how come you've got time to call me? The Spring Festival just ended. Shouldn't you lot be busy?"
Gao Jingchuan froze. Since when had this guy ever been so pleasant when he called?
"Did you take the wrong medicine today? Or find some money on the street?" Gao Jingchuan asked. "I've never seen you this happy."
Shen Bing's temper flared at once. This bastard was practically begging for abuse.
"Old Gao, are you getting too full of yourself? Don't think I won't hang up right now."
"I..." Gao Jingchuan immediately wilted. He knew this guy would absolutely hang up, and probably refuse to answer afterward. "Fine, you win. I'm calling about something serious."
"You actually have serious business? Well, that's a first," Shen Bing drawled sarcastically.
Gao Jingchuan pretended not to hear and said indignantly, "Didn't you say you had no Golden Pangolins available and we'd have to wait another ten days or so? How come you've sold five over the past few days?"
Shen Bing replied without a trace of guilt, "That's right. There's nothing wrong with that. Those five were already reserved for those foreign companies. They offered a higher price—two billion US dollars! Wouldn't you sell them?"
Gao Jingchuan was speechless. In the end, all he could say was, "The day after tomorrow is the third of March. If you can't deliver by then, just see how I settle the score with you."
"Relax! You'll get every last one." Shen Bing smiled confidently. At worst, he could use the Golden Pangolins intended