As soon as the call ended, the office fell silent. The factory manager and Director Jiang exchanged a glance, still struggling to take it all in.
When neither of them spoke, Chen Hao said, "I've assessed the businesses under Langsheng Group. Their furniture-related business alone is worth at least several hundred million yuan. If all that business were transferred here, I'm sure you know better than I do what it would mean for Linmu Furniture."
The factory manager was immediately tempted by Chen Hao's words.
If they really could work with Langsheng Group, they would undoubtedly have a powerful backer. It would be a golden opportunity for Linmu Furniture to soar.
But on second thought, the factory manager grew worried. Why had such an enormous windfall landed in his lap?
Who exactly was Chen Hao? How did he have enough influence to make Ning Yu, the general manager of Langsheng Group, refer to himself so humbly as "Little Ning" in front of him?
And was Chen Hao really doing all this just to secure a Sales Director position for Liu Ailing?
Just then, Director Jiang reminded him, "Sir, do you think Chen Hao might have arranged for someone to put on an act for us?"
Those words snapped the factory manager out of his daze, and his eyes lit up. That was right. Chen Hao had appeared out of nowhere and claimed he could get Langsheng Group to work with them. They had never even seen this supposed Little Ning in person. It could very well be a performance Chen Hao had staged himself.
The factory manager chuckled. "Young man, that was a pretty convincing performance. But let me tell you, I'm busy here. I don't have time to play along."
Director Jiang piled on from beside him. "Young man,