The next day, after being kept up by Cui Hao for nearly the entire night, Xue Yang only managed to get some sleep after 3 AM.
By 8 AM, before classes had even started, Sun Yufei gave him a call.
Xue Yang pressed on his throbbing temples and answered.
As soon as the call connected, Sun Yufei's disheartened voice said, "President Xue, I'm sorry, but I might not be able to complete the task."
"What happened?" Xue Yang asked.
"There's a problem with the printing factory."
"What kind of problem?" Xue Yang asked patiently.
"Yesterday, I found a printing factory near the university and sent them our requirements. At the time, they agreed to the terms: we pay one-third of the fee upfront for them to start, another third upon completion, and the final payment upon receiving the goods."
"That process is sound. You did a good job."
