"Uncle Xu, you don't need to thank me; if anything, I should be thanking you. If you hadn't sold me the land, I wouldn't have been able to start my factory. Li Xingkui clearly didn't want to see me succeed. Thank you!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.
At this, the old Xu flushed with embarrassment and thought to himself that it was Zhao Yang who had cured his son's illness. However, he didn't want to get stuck in a loop of thanking Zhao Yang here, so he offered a smile and said, "Well then, Zhao Yang, let's not be so formal between us. What should we do now?"
Zhao Yang thought for a moment and replied, "We'll wait a little and see what results Director Xiao gets from interrogating Li Xingkui."
Old Xu nodded and said, "Good, let's wait then!"
After a while, the interrogation room door opened, and Xiao Mingshan came out with the interrogation records in hand.
"How did it go, Director Xiao?" Zhao Yang asked as he approached.
