"My name is Zhang Ling. It's my pig. It's always been eating the feed from this brand. Can you not change the formula?" Zhang Ling said anxiously.
"About that! I can't give you a definite answer. It depends on the new director's arrangements," Lin Yin said.
Zhang Ling panicked when he heard that. "Then can you give me your director's contact information?"
"Well, it's not a good time now. Because the director hasn't been hired yet, I can't give it to you," Lin Yin said calmly.
Zhang Ling felt that he was about to go crazy and quickly asked, "When will they be recruited?"
Hearing that the other party seemed to be in deep thought for a while, Zhang Ling thought that it would be soon. Unexpectedly, the other party replied, "We originally found one, but he didn't come, so we can only continue searching. Maybe a month, maybe two months."
"That won't do. My pig will starve to death," Zhang Ling immediately said.
