The next morning, early.
Mo Han dropped his daughter off at kindergarten, as usual.
Right after that, he received a call from a stranger.
"Hello, is this Director Mo? This is Ling Yuzhu. Old Tang asked me to get in touch with you."
"Do you have time to come to Tian Sheng Building today? I'd like to report to you about the company's matters and the arrangements for the next projects."
Only then did Mo Han remember what Old Tang had said to him and felt a wave of contempt.
This guy really said something about letting me play mahjong and go on trips, and here he is sending me to work on the very first day?
Thinking that way inside, Mo Han didn't say it out loud, "Mhm, I'll come by in a while."
Since there was nothing much to do, it was as well to go and take a look.
"Good!"
Half an hour later, Mo Han rode his broken-down electric bike to the base of Tian Sheng Building.
He had just parked his bike under the awning when a blue BMW M5 pulled up alongside.
