"Are you also in contact?"
Zhang Qingyu and Ma Liansheng both looked at Zhao Jing in surprise.
But their expressions were different.
If Zhao Jing made contact, then the opportunity was hers; otherwise, it would go to Ma Liansheng.
Zhao Jing nodded, "But there's no news yet, might need to wait a bit longer."
"Do you know anyone inside?"
Zhao Jing shook her head.
The excitement on Zhang Qingyu's face was gradually fading.
In this situation, Zhao Jing might not be able to compete with Ma Liansheng.
"Director Zhao, your idea might fall through," Ma Liansheng confidently said:
"I have some connections on my side; getting this venue shouldn't be a problem. You might have to look for a different place."
Zhao Jing said nothing. For so many days, Lin Yi hadn't messaged her, and she felt a bit hopeless.
Bzz bzz bzz—
At this moment, Zhao Jing's phone rang, and she saw it was a message from Lin Yi.
But the message was just a phone number and a contact, leaving Zhao Jing puzzled.
