“Song... is your decision really good?”Inside the embassy, song Zaiyi was in front of a small mountain of documents as he quickly examined the policy details given by the team. The pen in his hand was like a stroke of lightning as he revised and underlined. At this time, he did not even raise his head when he heard the question from others, he said in a low voice, “What do you mean? William?”
The person who asked song Zaiyi was a blonde white man. What was even more surprising was that almost half of the people who helped song Zaiyi organize the information were foreigners!
“You know what I’m talking about, song...”. The middle-aged man named William frowned and said, “70% of the admission rate to central China. Isn’t this condition a little too exaggerated ”? If you write it out publicly, your reputation will drop to the freezing point in your own country!”