Each Parties' Response

"Little Zhang, you drive."

"Okay." The young man who stood behind Ye Guolong sat in the driver seat without a word and started the car.

Ye Guolong sat in the car, he played with the USB in his hands, cracked a smile and stuffed it in his pocket.

"The old guys at the Zhou and Wang family are embarrassing. F*ck, don't let the technical people be in politics. This is bullsh*t," Ye Guolong cursed before he lit a cigarette for himself.

To be honest, he felt sympathy for people like Jiang Chen.

When he was young, he also experienced something similar. It was his hard work, but people pointed things out on the side. In the end, when the results came out, his name had to go behind theirs.

The good thing was that his technicals were strong. People without ability could no longer climb above a certain point, but he ended up prevailing to the top.