Jack Ma and Penguin Ma stared intently at Jiang Quanshui, awaiting his next words.
"Spit it out, don't just blow smoke, Jack Ma urged.
After these people started associating with each other, they picked up these vulgar catchphrases from somewhere.
Catchy, they didn't even realize it themselves.
Probably learned it from the nation's little prince.
Teacher Ma, why are you in such a hurry? Don't you know that haste makes waste? Jiang Quanshui shot Jack Ma a glare.
Then, he switched the phone screen to his contacts, found someone saved as Zhao Churen, and dialed.
"You're still going to call someone? Jack Ma cursed.
"Shhh... this is the secretary of a big shot upstairs, keep quiet," Jiang Quanshui made a shushing gesture.
"Hello... President Jiang, Minister Su is in a meeting, is there something you need?" Zhao Churen's voice came from the phone.
"Minister Su is truly a role model for our generation, still in a meeting so late. I'm not looking for Minister Su today, I need to ask you something," Jiang Quanshui first praised Minister Su, then mentioned his problem to Zhao Churen.
This Minister Su was a big shot Jiang Quanshui was close with; they were also college classmates.
"Heh heh... it's serving the people, President Jiang. What do you need to ask?" Zhao Churen chuckled.
"I'll send you a photo, can you help me identify someone?" Jiang Quanshui said.
"Sure, President Jiang, send it to me on WeChat," Zhao Churen replied.
"Okay, I'll send it now," Jiang Quanshui hung up, opened WeChat, found Zhao Churen, and sent the photo of Long Aotian kneeling on the ground.
Jiang Quanshui: (Photo of Long Aotian kneeling on the ground).
"Just you wait, even if Secretary Zhao doesn't recognize him, he'll find someone who does," Jiang Quanshui said smugly to the two Ma's after sending the photo.
"Alright, let's wait then. Little Ma, pour us some tea," Jack Ma said, lying on the sofa and looking at Penguin Ma.
"Pour it yourself if you want some," Penguin Ma couldn't be bothered to deal with Jack Ma.
This guy's attitude is getting higher and higher, now he's starting to order me around.
*Ding...*
Jiang Quanshui's phone rang. He quickly picked up his phone and looked.
Jiang Xin: Dad, we're a bit hungry and are going out for a late-night snack. What do you want to eat? Should I bring you some?
The three of them saw the WeChat message from Jiang Xin and exchanged glances, speechless.
Jiang Quanshui: Get lost, don't send me messages.
Jiang Xin, on the other end of the phone, was cursed at inexplicably. What the hell... o(╥﹏╥)o
Wasted our expressions. Director Zhao probably doesn't recognize him either, otherwise, why would it take so long to identify someone? Penguin Ma wished he could block Jiang Xin's WeChat for three days. Why would he send a message at such a critical moment?
"Maybe, let's wait," Jiang Quanshui wasn't sure either.
Instead of a WeChat message, Zhao Churen's call came. Jiang Quanshui quickly answered and asked, "Secretary Zhao, do you recognize him?"
"President Jiang, where did you get this photo? Withdraw it quickly, you'll kill me," Zhao Churen's voice was filled with panic.
"This... what do you mean?" Jiang Quanshui was baffled.
"Brother, I'm begging you, withdraw it quickly. I'll tell you after you withdraw it," Zhao Churen said and hung up. Da Feng Novel Network
Jiang Quanshui's phone was on speaker, and all three heard it clearly. They could hear the fear in Zhao Churen's voice.
"Withdraw it, why are you looking at us?" Jack Ma also realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly said.
"Okay," Jiang Quanshui responded, fumbling to open WeChat to withdraw the photo.
"Damn it, I can't withdraw it, it's been over two minutes. Old Ma, you idiot, why did you set it so you can't withdraw messages after two minutes?" Jiang Quanshui was prompted that the message couldn't be withdrawn as it had been sent for more than two minutes.
Penguin Ma: ...
"Tell me the WeChat ID, and I'll have someone withdraw it for you immediately," Penguin Ma said, immediately making a call.
After a series of twists and turns, the photo was finally withdrawn. Penguin Ma also instructed the technical department to completely erase the photo that had been sent.
"Old Ma, it's not that I'm saying you, but your garbage software is no good. I can't even withdraw my own sent messages?" Jiang Quanshui said to Penguin Ma, looking dejected.
"Exactly, I never use this garbage software. We all chat on BaoBaoFu," Jack Ma agreed.
Jack Ma never used WeChat. All the employees in his group used BaoBaoFu for communication, and DingDing for work, which was equally convenient.
"Let's not talk about this matter, let's get to the main point," Penguin Ma didn't want to dwell on this topic.
"Oh, right," Jiang Quanshui finally remembered and quickly called Zhao Churen.
"Hello, Zhao Churen, you can tell me now, right?" Jiang Quanshui asked eagerly after the call connected.
"Where did you get this photo?" Zhao Churen asked.
"I took it," Jiang Quanshui blinked.
"President Jiang, don't joke. You could take his photo? Do you know who he is?" Zhao Churen's tone carried a hint of fear. He would never believe that Jiang Quanshui could take this photo.
The three of them: ...
"What kind of question is that? If we knew who he was, would we have called you to ask?"
"Besides, Jiang Quanshui really took this photo, Jack Ma and Penguin Ma can both testify."
"Now, no one believes the truth?"
"Where is the trust between people?"
"Secretary Zhao, just tell us who he is," Jiang Quanshui couldn't be bothered to explain the photo issue.
After all, everyone's perspective is different. They had already jumped out of the well, while Secretary Zhao was still inside.
"I cannot disclose his identity. I can only tell you one thing: he takes orders directly from Elder Huang. He can kill you for no reason. Do you understand what I mean now? So you sending his photo to me is harming me!"
Zhao Churen said, still shaken.
The three people on this end of the phone were dumbfounded.
It wasn't because Long Aotian was so formidable, but because they discovered Xia Feng's formidable prowess again.
The person Zhao Churen described as incredibly powerful still had to grovel before Xia Feng.
"Damn it, we're all sycophants, who's afraid of whom?"
"Hello? President Jiang, are you still listening? Don't be too scared. I won't say anything. Please don't spread the photo matter again, or no one can save you."
Zhao Churen thought Jiang Quanshui had been scared silly and hastily warned him.
"En... yes, I'm listening. What did you just say? What am I afraid of? It's fine, I'm hanging up," Jiang Quanshui said and hung up the phone.
Afraid of nothing, the three exchanged smiles.
"Teacher Ma, you have to thank me," Jiang Quanshui said to Jack Ma, drawing out his words.
This was because Jiang Quanshui had invited Jack Ma. Now that he had gotten a strong backer, Jack Ma would benefit from it.
"Absolutely."
Jack Ma nodded heavily, very seriously.