Master Pei's Wife is a Devil Concubine-Chapter 1119 - : Who Was Dreaming? (3)
Chapter 1119: Who Was Dreaming? (3)
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At this moment, the phone Jiang Chu had left on the sofa rang.
Jiang Chu picked it up.
This time, the voice on the other end of the phone was very gentle and polite.
βExcuse me, are you the Almightyβs manager? Iβm the manager from KSI, who has been in contact with the Almighty. My name isβ¦β
Jiang Chu raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion, βZong Muticha?β
As soon as Jiang Chu spoke, the words on the other end came to a halt.
Both of them felt that the other partyβs voice was familiar.
βSu Jiβs manager? You again?β Zong Muticha was stunned.
Both sides fell silent.
A second later, Zong Muticha reacted. He didnβt want to waste any more time. βIβm sorry,β he said quickly. βI dialed the wrong number.β
Hearing the toot sound after the call ended, Jiang Chu pulled out his phone and tapped on the armrest of the sofa with a mysterious expression.
The servant was about to remove the fruit platter when he suddenly bent over and took out a cherry from it.
The servant stopped what she was doing and looked at her young master with a strange expression.
Didnβt he just say that he had no appetite?
On the other side, Zong Muticha hung up and quickly found the email that the Almighty had just replied to.
The assistant beside him stuttered, βwhat did the Almightyβs manager say?β
The assistant had been waiting nervously at the side, but he did not expect the phone call to end so quickly.
Everyone who worked for Muticha knew how important signing a contract with the Almighty was to their company.
βItβs not the Almightyβs manager. I dialed the wrong number.β Zong Muticha shook his head and memorized the number on the email. He switched back to the call interface and was about to enter it manually when he subconsciously glanced at the call history.
Then, he tightened his grip.
His pupils constricted!
He thought that his phone had malfunctioned. He had clearly dialed the number in the email, but for some reason, it had jumped back to Su Jiβs manager.
However, he looked at the contact number at the top of the address book, the international precedence, and the string of numbers behind itβ¦and the number he had gotten from the Almighty with great difficultyβ¦not a single number was off!
He suddenly slapped his own face for a while, and the assistant beside him was scared silly.
βBossβ¦β
Zong Muticha felt that he must have drunk too much.
However, after he forced himself to sober up and lowered his head to look at the two numbersβ¦
It was still exactly the same!
Therefore, he did not call the wrong number.
Su Jiβs manager
He was the manager of the author who wrote the fan fiction novel.
This also meant thatβ¦
Zong Muticha quickly recalled what had happened just now and why Su Jiβs manager had suddenly called him.
The expression on his face changed unpredictably in an instant. In the end, it stopped at an expression as if he had seen a ghost!
His mouth was agape and his eyes were dull.
The ridiculous possibility kept spinning in his mind.
Meanwhile, the assistant was completely dumbfounded. He didnβt know what was happening and was extremely anxious. He waved his hand in front of Zong Mutichaβs eyes.
The people of T Country generally believed in ghosts and gods. When the assistant saw his expression, his hair stood on end. He even suspected that he had been possessed!
However, at this moment, Zong Mutichaβs unfocused eyes focused again. Without thinking, he picked up his phone and dialed again!
The first time, he couldnβt get through.
The second time, no one picked up.
Zong Muticha called for the third time without changing his expression.
This time, someone finally picked up when the call almost ended.
Jiang Chu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He had a huge cherry in his mouth as he mumbled, βwhy are you calling again?β
Zong Muticha smiled awkwardly. βExcuse meβ¦are you really Su Jiβs manager?β
Jiang Chu bit the cherry and replied calmly, βyes.β
βThen may I ask againβ¦β Zong Muticha gulped. βOther than Su Jiβ¦do you have any other artistes under you?β
Jiang Chu replied, βof course not. Not everyone can make me their manager, okay?β
Zong Muticha:
After being suffocated for three whole seconds, he once again confirmed that conjecture!
It was really herβ¦
Zong Muticha gritted his teeth and suddenly slapped the table beside him. βMr. Jiang, since thatβs the case, letβs quickly discuss the details of the contract. When can she see me?β
But this time, Jiang Chu wasnβt in a hurry. His voice was as casual as ever. βIβm sorry. We need to think about this again.β
Zong Muticha almost spat out a mouthful of blood. βWhat is there to think about?!β
βAfter all, you just said that my artiste was dreamingβ¦β Jiang Chu was getting more and more familiar with his role as Su Jiβs identity as his manager. He smiled and continued, βIβve already passed it on to her β