"Our oil depot overseas, it was you who ordered the bombing, wasn't it?" Fu Yanzhou sneered, "Does Xingxing know how despicable you are?"
Lu Beiyuan also laughed, "Compared to your despicableness, what is mine?"
"Lu Beiyuan, then... let's wait and see."
Both of them hung up the phone almost simultaneously.
If the rivalry between the two had been in the shadows before, from that moment on, it sent a signal to all the businessmen in Mocheng — anyone with a sizable business realized that:
Lu Beiyuan and Fu Yanzhou had utterly fallen out!
Fortunately, the industries they were involved in before were different, so even if there were conflicts, it wouldn't affect too many people.
Su Nanxing didn't know what had happened, and since then, Fu Yanzhou hadn't called her.
Originally, Su Nanxing worried that Fu Yanzhou, in a fit of rage, might spread the word about Lu Beiyuan's illness everywhere.
But apparently, he did not.
