Early the next morning, Chén Zhāoyáng was woken up by a sharp, urgent phone ring.
He had been busy at the company until three in the morning, and having only just fallen asleep a few hours ago, his head still felt heavy and foggy. Groping for his phone, he saw an unfamiliar local number from Beijing. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Is this Mr. Chén Zhāoyáng?" asked a calm, professional male voice from the other end.
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