Yang Xueshan was livid with desperation. In the end, she could only quickly leave the batch of jade stones which were nearly finished polishing and started to look for her master.
Meanwhile, in the office on the eleventh floor, Ou Yuze was still waiting for Yang Xueshan's good news.
Four o'clock was the time that woman had told him to expect a spectacle, and by now, it should be about to begin, right?
Just as he lit a cigarette, the office door was violently pushed open from the outside...
"Yu Ze..."
"Is it done? Has it started?"
"No... not that, Yu Ze, that woman, whatever method she used, she sped up the entire process by two hours. Now, the products have entered the polishing stage and are about to move to the finished goods warehouse."
Yang Xueshan, seeing the man looking at her with anticipation, suddenly felt a wave of fear. Before she could open her mouth, her voice was already trembling.