Zheng Chunzhi was already waiting in the living room.
Over the past few days, she had revised the draft in her hands several times.
But the more she revised it, the more confident she felt!
When Song Ning came in, Zheng Chunzhi immediately handed her the neatly copied pages.
"Song Ning! This is the final version. I copied it out word by word! There isn't a single ink blot! Do you think it'll pass muster?"
Song Ning took it but did not read it closely.
She merely flipped through the pages, then closed them.
"No problem!"
"You... aren't going to look it over carefully?"
"No need! I was involved in every round of revisions! I know everything that's in here! Chunzhi, go home early and get some rest! We'll meet at the district government entrance tomorrow! Oh, and bring the earlier drafts, too!"
"The earlier ones? But those pages are covered in scribbles and corrections..."
"That's fine! Bring them along! They might come in handy!"
Zheng Chunzhi asked no more questions and nodded in agreement.
If Song Ning told her to bring them, there had to be a reason.
At ten the next morning, Song Ning and Zheng Chunzhi arrived together in the conference room of the Chaodong District government.
Both Heping Lane and Xingfu Lane fell under the jurisdiction of the Chaodong District government.
The conference room was packed, and the atmosphere was somewhat unusual.
Normally, the closure of a tiny subdistrict-run distillery would not warrant a special meeting!
These days, small factories like that went under all the time.
With rigid thinking and inflexible systems, most factories knew only how to coast along, relying on government-assigned orders rather than seeking business themselves. They did not understand market demand, practically wanted jobs to be hereditary, and treated factory employment