Wang Qingrui's situation was much like Zheng Cuiping's.
She was even more beautiful than Zheng Cuiping, extremely elegant and composed, like a beautiful poem that deserved to be savored carefully.
She was appointed Minister of the Personnel Department.
During this period, the two of them had been following Ding Ling around, rushing from place to place.
They might be in Hong Kong City today, then running to Shencheng tomorrow.
In just a few short days.
Billions upon billions of dollars had been poured into it.
The two of them watched along the way with their hearts in their throats, afraid that Ding Ling would lose money and cause trouble later.
They wanted to advise Ding Ling to calm down and not get carried away.
And they really did so. Whenever they offered advice, they carefully considered their wording, afraid of angering Ding Ling.
Fortunately, Ding Ling's temperament was much gentler than they had imagined.
He did not get angry.
Instead, he explained quite a lot to them, allowing them to understand the reasoning behind his actions.
After suddenly understanding, the two of them admired Ding Ling even more.
The Chairman doesn't look very old, but he really knows a lot.
The more deeply they came to understand Ding Ling,
the more they looked up to him as if gazing at a lofty mountain.
Ding Ling's breadth of knowledge and vast perspective left them astounded. They felt as insignificant as frogs at the bottom of a well gazing upon the boundless Celestial River.
The two of them were amazed.
Although their families were poor and they had been forced to give up high-paying jobs because of their parents, choosing instead to work nearby so they could care for their families, their educational backgrounds and knowledge were far beyond those of ordinary