82 Sales Performance

The car exhibition ended successfully.

Jackson called Emily many times. Except for the first call that was hung up, the rest went straight to voicemail as her phone was switched off.

He persisted in calling.

Wilson watched him, feeling anxious. But he knew better than anyone that Jackson was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. He touched his nose, silently standing by, too afraid to speak.

The crowds at the car exhibition had dispersed, and the sales manager came in cheerfully to report. As soon as he entered, Wilson intercepted him, quickly covering his mouth and gesturing for silence.

The sales manager nodded, indicating he understood, and Wilson released him.

"All the cars exhibited today were sold out. There were also many new orders..." The sales manager enthusiastically tapped the folder in his hands.

Wilson signed.

Jackson's current demeanor wouldn't allow him to be happy even if all his cars were sold out.

"What's wrong?" The sales manager also noticed Jackson's