In a guest room.
After signing the contract, Chu Bamboo stood up and shook hands with Qian Zai. "A pleasure doing business with you."
"A pleasure doing business with you," Qian Zai replied. With a serious expression, he stuffed the contract into a briefcase, handed it to a colleague beside him, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Then, he looked at Chu Bamboo and gave him his phone number and WeChat ID. "If you need anything in the future, you can contact me directly!"
"Lao Qian," a man with a buzz cut, who had been tapping away at his phone screen, suddenly said as he walked up to Qian Zai with a frown and handed him the phone.
Qian Zai looked a little confused. After swiping a couple of times, his expression froze, a look of astonishment appearing on his face. He thought for a moment, glanced at Chu Bamboo, then tapped the screen twice more. His tone grew grave. "Mr. Chu, the situation... has changed slightly!"
