I want you!
Song Guanchao almost blurted out, but luckily he held back.
"Ahem, any reward will do." He said humbly.
"Then let me treat you to dinner."
"Dinner... alright."
"What's wrong, do you think the reward is not enough?"
"No." Song Guanchao grinned.
Wu Qiangwei said, "Before the investment fair, the shortfall in the 1.5 billion demolition funds needs to be filled quickly."
An investment fair isn't something that can be announced today and held tomorrow.
This requires meetings for discussion.
Moreover, publicity takes time.
They have already determined the source of the follow-up funds now, but the demolition funds need to be resolved immediately.
"Leave this matter to me."
Just a mere 1.5 billion.
"Have you touched enough?"
"Hmm? Ah? Oh oh..."
Song Guanchao reluctantly let go of the little hand, and Wu Qiangwei lay back into the blanket, saying, "Turn off the light."
Click.
The room plunged into darkness.
