On the next morning, Lu Yu was sitting in his office. He wasn't playing games or watching movies; the computer in front of him was displaying every move in Zhou Fengming's office.
Watching Zhou Fengming's figure on the screen, Lu Yu's face was full of a calm smile. Now, even he had to admire Zhou Fengming's patience.
The article about fishing had been released for a few days, but he hadn't taken the bait. Saying it yielded no results would be no exaggeration.
Anyone else would have started changing strategies long ago, but Zhou Fengming showed no sign of impatience, almost like a master fisherman quietly waiting for the fish to bite.
"Zhou Fengming, oh Zhou Fengming, you really know how to hold your nerve. Unfortunately, I've seen through your calculation. No matter how long you wait, I'll not take the bait easily!"
Amidst his words, Lu Yu spoke in a low tone, with a hint of deep coldness between the lines.
