"Yes!"
Song Heping gritted his teeth in agreement.
He had no choice but to do so.
Sometimes, the opportunity to make a fortune comes and goes in a flash.
If you don't seize it, you can only watch it streak across the sky of your life like a meteor.
But when you want to grasp it, you need both ability and courage.
Because you don't know whether you're grasping heaven or hell.
Opportunity and danger always coexist.
The greater the danger, the higher the profit.
This principle remains unchanged through the ages.
"Wait for me for fifteen minutes."
Song Heping rose to his feet on his own.
"May I leave here to make a phone call?"
"Of course you can," Haymour said, gesturing with a circle of his hand, "as long as it is within this house, you're free to use it anywhere."
Song Heping walked to a corner of the courtyard, stopped, and took out his satellite phone.
He wasn't calling a chef.
If the chef's character were also present, he would definitely have only one word—"Do it!"