After a good night's sleep, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei to the construction site and headed reluctantly to his office. He had a gut feeling when it came to anything related to national interests.
As expected, he saw a strange smile on Sister Xue's face. Wang didn't even dare to look up at him.
"Tell me all the details! What's up with your expressions?"
Wang hastened to give him a file. Qin Guan glanced inside and saw some normal proposals.
The problem apparently was not in the job itself.
"And here is the job of the Fuwa representative."
"Is that the job the Olympic Organizing Committee proposed?"
"Yes, obviously. You will be in charge of the mascot sales. Franchise stores will be set up in second-level cities, and your photos will appear along with the Fuwa, the Water Cube and the Bird's Nest. The Olympic Organizing Committee trusts you."
What a great job! Why am I not getting paid? This is unfair!