"Hello, Mr. Qi. The boss is currently in a meeting. Is there anything you'd like me to pass on?"
The person who answered the call was Zheng Lin, the one who was with Fu Wentao last time. He seemed to be an assistant of sorts.
"I see." Qi Yun thought for a moment and replied, "There's no need to pass a message. I'll call back later."
"Alright, goodbye, Mr. Qi."
After hanging up, Zheng Lin glanced at the adjacent reception room and only entered after the people inside came out.
"Mr. Qi just called and was looking for you."
"Oh?" Fu Wentao picked up a cigar with a playful expression. "Is that kid in trouble?"
Zheng Lin shook his head: "Not sure. From what he said, he wanted to speak directly with you."
Fu Wentao smiled, reaching out to take the phone from Zheng Lin's hand.
He had two phone numbers. One was generally managed by Zheng Lin, who screened calls and reported back—a form of work number, which was the one he initially gave to Qi Yun.
