Qin Siyang selected a number and dialed.
Zhao Longfei and Lin Yaman watched Qin Siyang's composed demeanor with a hint of puzzlement.
Zhao Longfei, in particular, narrowed his eyes as he studied Qin Siyang. He racked his brain but could not think of any wealthy friends Qin Siyang had besides the Zhao Family.
After all, Nanrong University was not short of a small sum. Even if someone helped it through this immediate crisis, it might not be able to repay them for quite some time.
That meant whoever lent Southern Glory a hand would need exceptionally strong cash flow.
Within the Safe Zone, the factions willing to help Southern Glory could not afford that much money, while those that could afford it were unwilling to help.
Unable to come up with a good solution, Zhao Longfei had already planned to sell off some of the university's research findings to raise emergency funds.
Lin Yaman looked at Zhao Longfei and asked with some confusion, "Principal Zhao, Qin Siyang is..."
"I don't know either. Still, he probably isn't bluffing. Let's see what trick he has up his sleeve this time."
Zhao Longfei leaned back, lit his cigar, and quietly waited for Qin Siyang's call to connect.
Perhaps because it was already late at night, the phone rang for a long time without an answer.
Just as Qin Siyang was about to give up, someone picked up.
The person on the other end yawned first, then said sleepily, "Xiao Qin, why are you calling my rare materials procurement number this late? Have you got something good for the Administration Department again? Can we talk tomorrow? I just spent all day in meetings, and I haven't even had an hour's sleep."
Qin Siyang smiled. "Minister Tang, sorry about that. I figured your mobile would