The current Elder Yu is seriously suspecting that Feng Jun has colluded with aliens—do you have a planet in your hands?
Feng Jun coughed dryly, "Old man, can we talk about this one thing at a time?"
"Sure," Elder Yu nodded, but then quickly followed with a slightly embarrassed comment.
"But regarding the matter with the oil, I honestly don't fully understand. If it's a small quantity, I can just make a phone call to settle it. But for your larger volume... it's a bit rushed, and I can't give you a precise answer right now. Would it be okay to wait a couple of days?"
"Fine," Feng Jun agreed without hesitation, then emphasized, "Remember, don't expose me."
Don't expose you! Elder Yu's lips couldn't help but twitch. Initially, he thought it wouldn't be too difficult to keep Feng Jun's identity hidden. But now that large-scale oil transactions were involved, hiding the seller's identity had become quite the technical challenge.
