After returning from Kolo Film and Television Media, Song Lan didn't go back to his office, but proceeded straight to Lu Xiang's office.
As soon as he entered, he immediately locked the door and lay down on the sofa.
Recently, he had come to understand the phrase "the most dangerous place is the safest" more deeply. As long as he takes a nap in front of Lu Xiang, he doesn't have to worry about being caught slacking off by his superiors.
"How did the handover go?"
Lu Xiang glanced up at Song Lan, tacitly approving his behavior.
"Have you heard of Pasro Company?"
"I have." Lu Xiang nodded, "They're in border trade. Half the goods in the black market of District 17 are brought in by them. They used to be supporters of the Foster Family, but they've taken a hit in public opinion recently because of certain events."
"No wonder they're investing a large sum of money in the production crew to salvage their corporate image."
"Corporate image?"
