"You're saying that Ju Jiahong proposed using 100 grams, while Li Xu insisted on 250 grams?"
Wang Chuyun held his covered teacup, a gleam of interest flashing in his eyes.
"Yeah, the conference room practically exploded." Wang Xue sighed. "Even though Director Ju ultimately compromised at 150 grams, everyone still thought Li Xu was out of his mind. Half a catty of plaster—is that something you can prescribe so casually?"
Hearing this, Wang Chuyun didn't look surprised. Instead, he let out a long sigh. The sigh was filled with the weight of his years, yet it carried a trace of relieved joy.
"Grandpa, why are you sighing?" Wang Xue was puzzled. "Do you actually think Li Xu was right? But it's just the difference between 150 grams and 250 grams. Is it really that big of a deal?"
