As soon as the meeting ended,
Chen Fang followed Geng Tiancheng's vehicle to inspect the dam.
At this time,
a middle-aged man hurriedly left the conference room.
He glanced around before pushing open the door of the reception room.
On the sofa sat a woman, who was none other than Zhao Yiyi.
Zhao Yiyi looked indifferently at the newcomer.
She asked, "Is the meeting over?"
"It's over, it's over. Secretary Chen said that next, he plans to gather the sand quarry owners and calculate the shortfall in heavy machinery operators. He intends to apply pressure on these two fronts."
The person said submissively.
Zhao Yiyi nodded slightly.
She said, "Then do you know what you should do?"
"I know, I know. Miss Zhao, rest assured, I guarantee that not a single quarry owner will show up, and I also guarantee that the construction companies will absolutely not lend him the machinery,"
the middle-aged man vowed.
