The warm sunlight poured through the glass window onto the bedding, and Song Guanchao sat up in bed, stretching lazily.
While brushing his teeth, he opened the surveillance app on his phone and dragged the progress bar to check what had happened at home last night.
Everything was peaceful; no one had broken into the room in the middle of the night.
Looked like this arm of his still wasn't going to sell that easily anytime soon.
Well, he was at least a deputy department–level cadre; ordinary people wouldn't dare take this job.
But anyone who did dare would definitely be a ruthless character.
When he got to the office, Song Guanchao turned on his computer and looked over the plan for shutting down and merging the polluting enterprises.
After revising it again and again and reading it over several times, he felt this plan was quite good.
It was just that some of the details made him want to make changes.
