"Boss Zhao, you must save me this time. I've received news that the higher-ups are preparing to launch an investigation against me. Once things fall apart, I'm certain to end up in prison," Tiann Xu pleaded desperately over the phone, in utter disarray.
"Director Tian, this matter has already reached the heavens, and now you come to me, it's too late. I advise you to take all the responsibility yourself, otherwise..."
After hanging up the phone, Tiann Xu was trembling slightly, and he appeared to have aged more than a decade in an instant. Originally in his early forties, he now looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. Even Zhao Dongsheng had given up on him—was he truly doomed?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the phone, Zhao Dongsheng's face was clouded with gloom. He slowly put the phone down, then turned it off, removed the SIM card, and crushed it underfoot several times.