A drop of cold sweat rolled down Wang Jingwen's face. She did not dare to continue thinking because that was not something she could imagine. In the end, she could only keep telling herself that all of this was just a coincidence.
The assistant took a call and said to the president of Jia Le, "Boss, a colleague from the Commerce Department just called. He said that the Fragrant Wind Group has changed their mind. They've withdrawn the thirty million yuan from before."
The president nodded and smiled disdainfully. "That's right, that's normal. Regardless of whether it's Li Shaoqun or the Siren, what right do they have to attract the sponsorship of such an international corporation?"
Just as he finished speaking, the assistant said awkwardly, "Boss, I, I didn't finish what I was saying just now… My colleague from the Commerce Department said that Fragrant Wind Group had withdrawn thirty million yuan and changed it to sponsor fifty million yuan."
