Song Zhiwei waved her hand quickly, "Uncle Yang, no trouble, I'm bringing someone here this time."

"Bringing someone here?" Yang Weihua put away the newspaper, took off his glasses, and wondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up and said, "Are you bringing someone to the factory to inspect and purchase goods?"

Song Zhiwei nodded with a smile, gave a thumbs up and praised, "Uncle Yang is really right."

"After I went back, I spread the news that the name of Xiangcheng ...