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Shen Bing shrugged. Why should I convince you?

Take it or leave it. I'm not wasting my breath.

"Chief, once I have a sample ready, I'll have Old Gao bring one over. Whether you buy it is up to you... Speaking of which, why isn't Old Gao back yet? My phone only has five percent battery left."

Shen Bing looked troubled, as though this mattered more than an order worth hundreds of millions.

The chief was so frustrated he could have coughed up blood. This kid was far too frivolous.

What he brings had better satisfy me, or he'll be sorry.

Just then, the door opened, and Gao Jingchuan walked in with a thunderous expression.

Apparently, Shen Bing's parting remark had really infuriated him.

The moment Shen Bing spotted the Charger in Gao Jingchuan's hand, he was like a cat spotting a fish. He darted forward and snatched it away.

Gao Jingchuan jumped in fright. Although he wasn't an expert fighter, years of training had made him quite agile. Yet Shen Bing had moved so fast and with such uncanny precision that the Charger was already gone before he could react.

Shen Bing had already spotted an outlet in the office. He hurried over and deftly plugged his phone in.

"Have you completely lost your mind?" Gao Jingchuan grumbled, forgetting that the chief was standing right beside them.

The weight finally lifted from Shen Bing's heart, and he let out a long sigh of relief. Unable to resist teasing him, he said, "You're just jealous, aren't you? Why don't you play a game too? I'll buy you the highest VIP tier. Don't worry, I can spare that much."

Gao Jingchuan was so frustrated he could have coughed up blood, and he decided to ignore the kid.

Shen Bing didn't stay