It's Not Called Public Opinion, It's Called Public Relations

"Uncle Ye, why did you suddenly call me? Is there something important?"

"You brat, can't I call you without a reason? Your wings have grown strong now!" Uncle Ye's teasing voice came through the phone.

"Uncle Ye, don't tease me like that. You know I'm just a small fry!"

"Kid, don't try to fool me. You said your machine tool had been manufactured a month ago. Why haven't I heard anything about it? Are you trying to keep it a secret?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chao still couldn't figure out what Uncle Ye was getting at, but he could tell it was about making a public appearance.

"No, it's just for development purposes. You know I'm not suited for dealing with those big shots. If they give me a hard time, who can I turn to?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhengfeng laughed. He could see that Zhou Chao wanted him to publicly support him, and he didn't mind because their relationship was extraordinary.