Fu Jingze looked at the word "Mr. Zhao" on the screen, took a deep breath, and dialed to answer.
"Fu Jingze! Don't you fucking want to do it anymore?!" Mr. Zhao's voice came from the other side like thunder, "Has the plan been changed? Party A has a meeting at eight o'clock, and you haven't arrived at the company yet?! Do you know if this project fails, can you afford it?!"
"Mr. Zhao, I'll wait until after two o'clock—"
"Why are you talking to me about these useless things?! I only care about the results! I'm telling you, if today's plan doesn't work, just pack up and get out of here! Don't fucking make a living with me!"
