Chapitre 58: Story telling with a cello

"CEO, won't you call the young madam anymore to ensure that she is alright? She might be panicking and confused. A few reassuring words from you will probably make her happy right now." 

Caishen reluctantly picked up his phone, took a deep breath in as if he was about to dive into the deep end of the swimming pool. 

He dialed, and the call did not go through. Instead, he heard a machinated voice on the other end.

"Sorry, the number you have called is not available."

Caishen glared at Biming as he hung up. What do you have to say about this?

"Haha, I will arrange the documents for your meeting with the distributors." Biming laughed nervously and escaped from the office before the death ray, as he named Caishen's sharp glare could kill him. 

He was just trying to bring the couple closer together, not die or lose his job. This task given to him by grandpa Zhang was really difficult.