"The beauty of spring is like a dream
In the dream, the grass smells sweet
You carry your dreams with you
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear water
And a gentle breeze caressing the sunset..."
Several minutes later, as the song ended, Mu Rufeng still felt a little unsatisfied.
He then took out his phone and dialed Liu Mei's number.
Before long, the call was connected.
"Hello, Mr. Mu, is there something you need from me?" Liu Mei's tone was extremely respectful.
After all, someone who could invest five billion in Crimson Preferred was certainly someone she could not afford to offend, even if he were a Contractor.
"I'd like to arrange for a vending machine to be placed in the park," Mu Rufeng said.
"No problem, Mr. Mu, the best spot with the most traffic is the cafeteria. I will reserve the space in the cafeteria for your vending machine," Liu Mei readily agreed.
This was a small matter, and she could make the decision on her own.
