After five days of getting acquainted, Uncle Sun was already very familiar with Wang Dapang. He smiled and nodded in response.
Last night, Uncle Sun had received authorization to bring Wang Dapang back. Furthermore, he was to see Shen Fei directly, not his son, Sun Yu.
"That's great…" Just as Wang Dapang was about to jump up in excitement, there was a sudden knock on the office door.
"Directors!"
"The eighteenth draft of the plan to establish the Qing City shelter, centered around Nanshan Villa, is out. You're both invited to participate in the discussion!" the secretary who had knocked and entered quickly reported.
"Alright!"
"Alright!"
Hearing the secretary's words, Uncle Sun and Wang Dapang left the office.
