"Lu, West Africa probably left around ten o'clock last night and should be close to Modu, so I'm counting on you to handle the matters there."
West Africa was Little Wang, and Wilson hoped that if there was any situation unfavorable to Panda, Lu Liang could lend a hand.
"No problem, he should call me soon, and I'll mention it to him then."
Lu Liang couldn't help but reflect. Little Wang had really made it; even heads of Wall Street firms had to look to him before acting.
Although fad stocks don't make sense, don't look at earnings, and even projections aren't important, it's a different story when the founder deliberately causes trouble.
If Little Wang caused any mischief,
it would be easy for one bad apple to spoil the whole barrel.
What Wilson meant was that if Panda ran into any issues, they should be reported to them first.
If it could be resolved, everyone would help out; otherwise, if it couldn't, it was better to do nothing than to make a mistake.
"Thank you."
