บท 212: 70 Million? You Prodigal Son

Wu Jiangmin walked out of the director's office, still in a daze.

When he went in just now, Superintendent Zhang was clearly affable to him.

He looked as if he wanted to acknowledge him as his godson.

Why did his attitude suddenly take a 180-degree turn after just a few words?

Not only did he lose his previous friendliness, but he even transferred him to a thankless position?

He carefully recalled their conversation.

It seemed that other than the small talk at the beginning, the only thing left was the relationship between his father and the Ye family.

Could it be...

Thinking of this, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called his father, Wu Baolai.

"Dad, does the Ye family have any powerful relatives?"

"Which Ye family?"

"It's Ye Baoguo's family."