He hung up the phone and returned to the dorm before calling back.
"Are you busy?" Tan Xiang asked.
"Not busy now." Song Guanchao asked, "What's up?"
Tan Xiang said, "The transaction time and location have been set."
"When?"
"Tomorrow noon, Baima Town Red Brick Factory."
"Tomorrow?"
Song Guanchao couldn't help but frown. Why is the timeline so tight?
Tan Xiang asked, "Is there a problem?"
Song Guanchao didn't immediately answer; his intuition told him there was a problem.
He walked over to the window, opened it, lit a cigarette, held the phone to his ear, and silently smoked, pondering for a long time, suddenly realizing something was off.
He flicked the ash and asked, "Where is Chairman Tan?"
"Why are you asking?"
"There's something I want to discuss with you in person. If convenient, let's meet up."
Tan Xiang couldn't quite grasp his thinking, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright."
Ten thirty.
