After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Jie realized that Song Yun's perspective on issues had become vastly different from his own.
He had naively thought that Si Ming was just a bit lacking in ability, definitely capable of maintaining more than enough after a few more years.
But Song Yun's current thinking was already the same as his grandfather's — for those who are insufficient in achieving success, I will neither help you nor step on you; everything depends on your own fate.
With that thought, Ouyang Jie felt somewhat restless and sleepless.
Overnight passed, and at nine in the morning, the team members gathered in the reception's dining room for breakfast. Just as everyone had finished eating, a young man in a suit walked in with a smile.
"Good morning, I am the person responsible for escorting you into the Red Wall today. My name is Li Tian, you can call me Secretary Li. If you have finished your meal, shall we set off now?"
