The secretary, sobbing uncontrollably, said, "Mr. Guo, the entire company knows about this. The rumors are flying everywhere, and everyone's terrified, saying the company is going under and you're going bankrupt!"
Before the secretary could finish speaking, Guo Zhengting threw the phone aside, got up, rushed to his study, grabbed his cell phone, and immediately dialed a number.
After a long time, the call was finally picked up on the other end. "This is Jerry. May I know who's calling?"
"Mr. Jerry, it's… it's old Guo. Guo Zhengting—"
Hearing this name, Jerry's voice turned noticeably colder. "It's very late. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow."
Realizing the other party was about to hang up, Guo Zhengting quickly shouted, "Mr. Jerry, please don't hang up! Don't hang up! I know it's already very late, but if it weren't an urgent matter, I wouldn't be disturbing you."
