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He was genuinely taken aback by the favor.
Zhang Youcai pressed down his excited heart, "The company you asked me to keep an eye on last time, was it called Beauty Chant?"
It had been half a month since Zhang Xianxian's last call to him, and he was already somewhat foggy on the name Beauty Chant, remembering only vaguely those three characters, which is why he called to confirm.
"Yes, that's the company," Zhang Xianxian spoke in a gentle tone, "Brother Zhang, is Beauty Chant currently processing the paperwork for a factory establishment over at your place?"
"Yes, indeed."
At this point, Zhang Youcai paused, then continued, "But rest assured, Miss Zhang, as long as I'm here, I won't let them establish their factory in City C smoothly."
Zhang Youcai might not have had much authority, but his position was special; anyone wanting to apply for land to found a factory in City C had to go through his signature for the final review process.