The manager who received us was a man in his forties or so. His hair was black and shiny, and the whole person seemed to have a special spirit.

When I met him, he was constantly greeting me, but it was all a painless topic. Every time I mentioned the order, he would deliberately avoid it.

Finally, I couldn't stand it. I said with a straight face and anger, "To tell you the truth, I think you're working with Galaxy Chip Company. It's dancing with wolves!"

The manager could no longer avoid the topic at this time, but still pretended to be foolish: "What do you mean, Mr. Yang?"

I...