The experts were in talks, and Ling Feng sneaked out using a restroom excuse.
He really didn't want to participate in any technical exchanges; he couldn't understand a word, so why sit there meaninglessly?
He went upstairs to hang out in Mo Jiaolan's office for a bit, and more than an hour passed before Zhang He called.
"The meeting's over?" Ling Feng asked.
"That was one long restroom break!"
Zhang He said, then continued, "The boss is calling you, hurry downstairs, we're heading to Longyuan!"
"On my way!"
Ling Feng nodded, hung up the phone, and quickly made his way downstairs.
After getting in the car, Han Wancheng didn't say much, and the three of them drove straight to Longyuan.
Back at the office in Longyuan, Han Wancheng only spoke after sitting down, "What's the current output of your yellow crystal and black petroleum?"
"Uh, almost none."
