The YH Company.

Zhao Yuan was lying in the soft seat of the president. The ashtray on the table was filled with a lot of cigarette butts. Subordinates who were here to report their work stood in a row outside the door, but none of them dared to go in to disturb him. Zhao Yuan threw away the last cigarette butt and gave a little whistle. "In any case, I have to meet this person!"

Without informing Xiaoman, he booked a plane ticket and flew directly to the county's ...