As Liu Yong picked up the phone, he glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Ding Wen. A sense of curiosity filled his mind. "Why would Ding Wen call me so soon after returning to the capital?" he pondered.
The call connected swiftly, and Ding Wen's voice brimmed excitedly as he spoke. "Brother Yong, you won't believe it! Something has happened to the two lithography machines shipped from Asmail to Country M."
Liu Yong couldn't help but be amused. Just moments ago, he had read the news about an unfortunate accident where their plane carrying the two lithography machines crashed, causing them to plummet into the depths of the sea. "Oh, really? Something actually happened?" Liu Yong chuckled, thinking about how he had jokingly cursed the plane's misfortune while reading the news.