"Kid, before the dishes are served, if you can't explain things clearly, the old man will let you know just how valuable my name is."
In the private room of the Huaiyang Cuisine Restaurant, Shi Qianshan put down the menu and began to threaten with a gloomy tone.
"It won't take that long, just a matter of one sentence. In half a year, the top-ranked key middle school in the provincial capital will establish a branch in Fanjincheng; the originally planned light rail and the hospital will also start construction."
Xiao Ming took a sip of tea, then curled his lips and tossed the cup onto the table, "Eating Huaiyang dishes and drinking Pu'er, aren't you afraid you won't be able to taste the food?"
Shi Qianshan stared directly at him, "How do you know about things that will only happen six months from now?"
"Not only do I know, but Hao Taixing also knows. Otherwise, why do you think his grandson is playing bankruptcy right now?"
