After New Year's Day, there were only the last seven working days left before the Spring Festival holiday.
Liang Weining, for the first time as the Executive Director's wife, accompanied Mr. Chen to visit the frontline grassroots employees of Zhonggang.
This year, the visit was to the marine shipping department.
At ten in the morning.
The business van slowly came to a stop underneath the port's residential building, and the relevant business heads had already been waiting in advance.
Staring through the glass window for a while.
Liang Weining withdrew her gaze and turned to the man beside her, her eyes inquiring, "Didn't we agree to keep the itinerary a secret?"
"No harm done."
Mr. Chen's lips slightly lifted, leisurely putting down the file and soothing his wife in a gentle voice, "Peeling back the layers often allows us to probe the essence of things."
She nodded.
"Understood, magic rises as high as the road."
Upon finishing, she heard the man chuckle softly.
