After chatting with Ye Jinyan, Zhang Jingdong opened the drawer and took out a notebook.
Then, using a pen borrowed from Tong Xin, he started writing "Plan A for the Mobile Phone Industry."
More than half an hour later, he finished writing and carefully checked it again. After making sure there were no issues, he picked up his phone and sent a text to Tong Xin: Are you busy now?
About a minute later, Tong Xin replied: You owe me an apology!
Zhang Jingdong's mouth curled into a sly smile: Apologize to you? Why? Didn't you already forgive me for that previous incident?
What, did you regret it just after a few hours?
Tong Xin: I'm not talking about that incident, but what you did when you left our company this afternoon.
Zhang Jingdong: What did I do to you then? I can't quite remember. Did I kiss you in your company? That's unlikely, right?
Tong Xin: You're pretending to be dumb, aren't you?
Zhang Jingdong: What bad thing did I do to you? Why don't you remind me?
