When Ming Zhuxin called, Xiang Nanfei was completely bewildered.
The voice on the other end was speaking, and Xiang Nanfei seemed to hear it, yet felt the voice was distant and ethereal, as if a vague chant reached his ears from far away.
"President Ming..."
Xiang Nanfei paused, "I think maybe I'm having some mental trouble, experiencing a bit of a hallucination. Can you say it again?"
There was a gentle laugh from the other end, "President Xiang, do you find it a bit unbelievable? Actually, I do too, but the facts show that everything is the best arrangement. I've already faxed the letter of intent for cooperation to your company. Take a look over there, and if there's no issue, we can discuss the details of the cooperation further."
"Okay, okay..."
Less than a minute after hanging up, the fax machine on the table started buzzing.
Without even waiting for all the pages to come through, Xiang Nanfei grabbed the first one.
With just one glance, he felt his breath catch.
