Chapter 707 Whether fat or thin, is your

Murushen is not in the company, basically, things are dealt with by Murushen and Zhou Fang.

Mufeng is burnt to death.

I want to go home and sleep, but there are so many documents on the desk that I have to deal with today.

At this point, the office's telephone rang and Mufeng answered somewhat impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Vice President, about the previous cooperation, the other company asked for a profit of 46 points!"

Mufeng rubbed the swollen Temple of the sun. "Four or six can do it."

"Four of us, six of them."

"What?" Mufeng raised his voice. "Are you...