Meet me? What the hell for?

Less than half a minute later, Shen Bing's phone rang again.

The screen showed an unknown number. What the hell? One of those mysterious calls people talked about?

"Hello..." Shen Bing answered tentatively.

"Shen Bing, you bastard, could you give me a chance to brace myself before dropping something like that on me next time?" Gao Jingchuan's indignant voice came through the phone.

"So you don't want to hear it? I'll hang up, then."

"Don't! Come on, can you stop being such an ass?"

"What? I'm an ass?... Beep, beep, beep..." Shen Bing hung up without hesitation, then started counting. "One... two... three..."

The phone rang. "Old Gao, who's the ass now?"

"You win. I'm the ass! Happy now? Fine, I'm the ass." Gao Jingchuan sounded bitter. Apparently, he had never won a single round against this guy. When he had traded for the Intelligence Potion formula, he had thought Shen Bing was getting the short end of the stick. Instead, the bastard had dug him a huge pit.

The local officials in Rongcheng would probably hold a grudge against him for the rest of their lives—or at least until Phantom Immortal Technology's tax exemption expired.

"Are you sure you weren't lying just now? A Black-Backed Shepherd can take on a lion?"

Reclining in his leather chair, Shen Bing asked with a perfectly straight face, "What would I gain from lying to you? Do you have a younger sister?"

Gao Jingchuan didn't catch on at first and answered automatically, "I do... Damn it! You bastard, you're messing with me. I'm in Rongcheng right now. Give me a straight answer, or I'll bring a few dozen soldiers to your company immediately."

Shen Bing pursed his lips. Did he really think Rongcheng was the outskirts of Qingyuan City, where he could casually