"Little Feng! Have you finished drafting the contract with Honghua Company?"
"Not yet. Some parts of this bid document are written... not clearly enough, so I need a little more time."
The voice on the other end of the phone was clearly uneasy, like a student who had been daydreaming in class and was suddenly called on by the teacher to answer a question.
"Not clear enough? What exactly isn't clear? Forget it. Come up here!"
"Oh, oh, all right."
Feng Shuyun hurried out and went upstairs to Cong Jinhong's office.
After knocking and entering, Feng Shuyun found that Cong Jinhong was not as severe as she had expected. Instead, she kindly invited her to sit on the sofa and even poured her a glass of water, leaving Feng Shuyun flattered and alarmed.
"What is it, Little Feng? This isn't your first time drafting a contract. Why are you so uncertain this time?"
"It's like this, President Cong. Some parts of the winning bid document are written very vaguely. For example, the payment date for the first-stage project funds—the bid document only says payment must be made before the project is completed, but there's no specific standard for what 'before' means. We can't possibly pay them before they've even done any work."
Feng Shuyun swallowed and carefully voiced her doubts, while inwardly cursing without end.
Even a layperson like her could tell there was something wrong with this bid document. She had no idea whether those bid-evaluation experts were blind, insisting on selecting such a bid and bringing this kind of trouble down on her work.
Cong Jinhong narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Of course we can't just pay them casually. Everything has to follow the rules. I already spoke with Secretary Shang just now. When the