What Kind of Little Side Project Were You Practicing This Late at Night?
Of course, some companies, especially foreign-owned ones, had set up offices in Jichun City to make it easier to trade with Xijiu City and export its rare products overseas.
Compared with Guangzhou and Shenzhen, where foreign businessmen were everywhere, Xijiu City was completely different. It was full of municipal enterprises. There wasn't enough room in the industrial parks, so they even had to develop factories in Jichun City. There was no place for foreign companies to gain a foothold, which gave Jichun City an opportunity. Trading companies had sprung up everywhere like mushrooms after the rain.
Time passed slowly as Wang Yue maneuvered against various factions. He was skilled at political intrigue and handled things with ease, but there were always too many meetings, and they drove him to distraction.
So, after a meeting that day, it was already six or seven in the evening. When he returned to his office, he found Zhou Rong waiting there. That left him a little curious.
Wang Yue glanced at his secretary, Xiao Zhang, and guessed the young man had been helping to keep her waiting. He had no idea how much grief Xiao Zhang had taken, but he couldn't slight Zhou Rong, either. After giving Xiao Zhang a reassuring look, he pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Xiao Zhang, when did my sister get here? Why didn't you tell me?"
Xiao Zhang was at a loss. Wang Yue's meeting had been important; there was no way he could interrupt it and call him out. That wasn't something a secretary should do. He had also gone to great lengths to placate Zhou Rong.
But Xiao Zhang knew Ms. Zhou was the daughter of Wang Yue's godfather. At a time like