"-So they still aren't willing to move into the High-Tech Development Zone?"
"That's right. That Yuan Zhengxin, in particular, has already applied to us for an engineering development review. He wants to completely renovate and refurbish the disused factory complex under his name. He's probably planning to develop the place."
"As you know, we can try to persuade users on this matter, but we can't really force them-"
Sitting in the car, Qian Yisheng flipped through the documents with one hand and spoke rapidly. Once he confirmed that the other party understood the reason, he immediately hung up.
Sure enough, almost the instant he ended the call, the phone rang again!
Glancing at the number, the young director dared not delay and swiftly answered.
"Hello, bureau chief. Yes, it's me. I'm in the car on my way to the High-Tech Development Zone."
"Good. Qian, keep a close eye on things when you get there. Make absolutely sure nothing goes wrong."
"Understood."
It was another exceptionally brief, rapid exchange, with both men consciously keeping their voices low. Even so, Qian Yisheng could hear the hubbub of voices on the other end. Quite a few people were probably meeting and discussing something indoors.
With the deadline for the second Forced True Body Mission looming overhead, every agency, along with the Special Office's administration, was gradually becoming overwhelmed with work from top to bottom.
Amid the turbulent situation, cogs like them, fixed in "key positions," were busier than ever, destined to rush about working from morning until night.
Even now, Director Qian was hurrying toward Chengdu's High-Tech Development Zone, on his way to prepare for trouble.
There was no helping it.
Ultimately, the authorities were now consciously "de-risking" the user population-or, rather, housing them together. That so-called "recommendation to settle in the High-Tech