"Yes." The man's subordinate hurriedly hung up the phone and drove towards Northern Chen Villa Number Twenty Seven.
The man waited anxiously, his eyes darting to the clock, which showed it was already past nine in the evening. If he failed to deliver the message in time, he feared he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret any longer.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The already anxious man heard the ringing of his phone and swallowed hard, knowing who it was. He took a deep breath, as if lead filled his legs, and slowly walked over.
He pressed the answer button and said, "Chairman, what's the matter?"
"Get the materials ready for tomorrow's meeting," said Yang Qingshan. This call wasn't to inquire whether the message had been delivered, but to prepare materials needed for the next day's meeting.
"Phew!"
The man sighed in relief, breaking into a sweat. Thankfully, that wasn't the question. He quickly replied and hung up the phone, collapsing on the sofa, feeling completely drained.