"Mr. Bolin is in the office."
Ansel had once fantasized about getting one over on Jordan in administrative management, but he never thought it would be so satisfying.
Feeling that he had lost control of the situation, Jordan just wanted to confront Bolin face-to-face, so he walked straight out of his own office.
Jordan arrived at the door of Bolin's office and knocked forcefully twice.
"Come in."
Bolin's voice came from inside.
Jordan pushed the door open with force, about to speak, but then he noticed someone he really didn't want to see right now—Yu Fei.
"What is he doing here?" Jordan asked.
Bolin said, smiling, "This has been dragged out for many days, and there should be a result. We are going to settle it today."
Yu Fei asked, "Is my trade completed?"
"Oh no, no, Frye." Bolin still looked like a kind old man, "You aren't going anywhere."
Had Bolin chosen Yu Fei over himself?
"Abe, whose team is this?" Jordan asked directly.
Bolin answered, "This is our team."