Xingtai Suburbs. Northern Divine Wood Sour Jujube Processing Co., Ltd.
Xu Bingguo stood before the empty purchasing station, his face a mask of sorrow.
Behind him were several massive warehouses.
They were filled with a mix of green and red Sour Jujube Seeds.
These past few days, he felt like he was on a massive ship sinking at an alarming rate. His heart was filled with despair.
Just as he was succumbing to hopelessness, the phone in his office began to ring.
He answered listlessly.
"Hello, is this Northern Divine Wood Company?"
A polite, youthful male voice came from the other end. "I'm a representative from Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory in Feng City. I'm calling to discuss purchasing a batch of Sour Jujube Seeds."
Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory?
Hearing that name, Xu Bingguo's anger flared up instantly.
