"Cutting corners?"
Hearing this, Nie Zhenbang seems to have been reminded of the shopkeeper's fate. Hadn't the shopkeeper also lost his precious life over such a thing? A distinguished soldier of the Republic, with military merits far exceeding the average top-ranked hero, yet his young life was wasted due to some oversights made by local government.
Now, hearing the same phrase, naturally, Nie Zhenbang's face does not look very good.
"Do we have any evidence, Xuyang?" Nie Zhenbang asked when he got into the car.
Huang Xuyang respectfully replied: "There's no concrete evidence. However, I heard from some friends working in the municipal engineering supervision that the steel used in Zhou's building is of poor quality, a lot of it seems to be reworked."
"Reworked?" Nie Zhenbang was confused.
