After racking her brain for a long time, she couldn't find a solution. At such a difficult time, the first person she thought she could rely on was, surprisingly, Xu Fang. That's why she made the call.
Hearing Xu Fang's gentle voice, Qiao Yu's heart suddenly settled. She said, her voice full of grievance, "I went to purchase sorghum, but they all refused to supply us. Without raw materials, we can't produce anymore."
Thinking of the recent call from Santuo Distillery, Xu Fang tentatively asked, "Is it possible Santuo Distillery is behind this?"
"The grain merchants definitely have stock. A collective supply cut must be orchestrated by someone. Santuo Distillery has a strong influence in Yunhai City, so it's very likely them," Qiao Yu agreed with Xu Fang's conjecture.
"Are you at the company right now? I'll come over."
"I'm here. Hurry up," Qiao Yu urged.