"Like what I've said, why would Uncle Chief need to come personally just to give a small red packet?" Hong Dali grinned and asked, "What exactly is the matter that you're here for? Judging by your energetic and glowing face, it must be something good, right?"
Probably only this prodigal Hong Dali would call a 10 million USD red packet "small"…
The Bureau Chief was speechless. Nobody could talk about money with this Hong Dali, whoever did so would get his feelings hurt—suffering from a huge setback…
"To put it simply, it's about that blueprint of New Lanxiang that you mentioned. Our design personnel has already completed it." The Bureau Chief took out a USB driver and casually inserted it into a laptop. Afterward, it was tragic…
Sounds of Zz la, zz la sounded, and the Bureau Chief's hair stood on end. Hong Dali stared in bewilderment. "Uncle Chief, you're so brave, you even dare to use Chuyin's laptop…"