"There are only three small orders left." The secretary blinked and said. He was careful.
"Three?" Mo Ziyan murmured to himself, and the corners of his mouth raised into a sneer.
Seeing such a situation, Mo Xusheng would certainly add fuel, Mo Ziyan’s customers would be attracted all over.
The three remaining ones were those what he did not think of at all.
The atmosphere in the conference room was more solemn than ever, and almost everyone was silent with their heads lowered.
No one knew what to do in such a situation.
Mo Ziyan was very capable, but after all, he was too young. For those old foxes, it was inevitable that he would stumble.
If it is in normal time, perhaps this is nothing, but now it is an extraordinary moment, nothing could go wrong.
"Sir, you can't go in. We're in a meeting." An assistant's voice came from the outside.
Hearing this, the people in the conference room were a bit worried.