"Wang Hao, should we arrange for a few brothers to secretly observe the auction event tomorrow?"
The traditional Chinese medicine auction event was set to begin tomorrow, and Cheng Yin and Song Jianjun's influence in Zao City was not to be underestimated. They had private dealings with some officials in power, so Old Third Sun was still somewhat worried.
"It's fine, this is a personal grudge between Cheng Yin, Song Jianjun, and me. You guys should stay out of it, I will deal with them personally."
Wang Hao's eyes were resolute, and his tone became very firm.
Old Third Sun didn't insist any further because he already knew Wang Hao was formidable.
"That's enough, we're just starting with the production of Pure Yang Pills. Focus all your energy on this for now. Everything is difficult at the beginning, you must keep a close watch!"
After giving his instructions, Wang Hao left the Deshan Game Hall.
