Zhang Maosheng left, full of awe and confidence.
For him, although there were some minor issues today, being able to resolve them perfectly was enough.
The War God wasn't angry, so naturally, he didn't need to worry, and he could go about his affairs steadily.
President Qin was sitting in the office, drinking tea.
Narrowing his eyes, he smiled happily.
Although his position wasn't high, it held a crucial spot, so naturally, people would come to offer "tea" and "alcohol."
Luo Chengnan was indeed very generous, delivering tens of thousands of red bills in one go.
For him, it was absolutely a huge sum.
His monthly salary was only about ten thousand.
"It would be great if Xinmeng Group could show a bit more generosity!"
President Qin smiled even happier: "These wealthy people all like to help the poor, not knowing the hardships we leaders face.
Hum!"
He snorted coldly, imagining the wonderful life ahead, when suddenly the office door opened.
