"Director Song?"
Sun Jiajun was fiddling with his phone, which held the black card.
He had come to the office in the morning, turned on his phone, and was overjoyed to see the message.
He hadn't expected the other party to be so efficient, to have captured useful photos so quickly.
But when he clicked on the link in the message, the phone suddenly went black.
He just assumed the phone was too slow, never thinking he'd been tracked.
When he saw Song Guanchao enter, he casually put the phone in a drawer.
Song Guanchao walked up to the desk, glanced at the tracking system on the phone, showing that the other party was less than a meter away.
It was confirmed, it was him who had someone secretly photograph him.
Song Guanchao stuffed the phone into his pocket, didn't say anything, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "Mayor Sun, the investment attraction for the industrial park is in full swing, I have an idea, I'd like to discuss it with you."
