Fu Group.
Fu Yanlin stared at the bid document on the table, his face dark as water, "Who was in charge of the bid document?"
"Manager Song," Xue Zhao said cautiously.
It was indeed that old fox, Song Dehui.
With less than a month left until the bid for the North City project, nearly all the competitors were pulling all-nighters to work on their bids, striving to win the project.
Song Dehui, on the other hand, had carelessly let someone cobble together a bid document from a template and sent it over to placate Fu Yanlin.
He had flipped through it just now; it was utterly awful.
If he was not mistaken, Song Dehui had done this deliberately, not wanting Fu Yanlin to land the project. If it fell through, he would have even more reason to impeach him at the shareholders' meeting and find a way to unseat him.
