Chapter 1708

y dollars...Every month, the amount of waste fabric generated is like a mountain of cow hair..."For a whole year, just selling the company's scrap fabric, you made 693,780 yuan. Did I get that wrong,..."How dare you hang up on me!"

Song Qiao was enraged and struck again.

Ling Feng glanced at Shao Si, who was still resting in the ward. He could only walk to the corridor outside, tears welling up, and answer the call, preparing for a scolding.

Ling Feng shivered and said, "Madam, I can't guess where the Fourth Young Master is...""Haha, that's exactly what I meant..."At that moment, a powerful and resounding voice boomed into the ears of everyone present."Oh my, let me see what's going on here, it's so lively!"Everyone followe...