The alley was no longer pitch-black tonight; newly installed streetlights on both sides shone as bright as day, causing the occasional returning workers passing by to look up in surprise.
For here, one could not see their fingers before their face for three straight years.
Perhaps the sun had risen from the west—the Road and Transport Department finally had a pang of conscience.
In the blink of an eye, it was Friday, and the Lianwu Island project's kick-off ceremony was scheduled for six o'clock that evening at a business hotel under the Zhonggang flag.
With time to spare in the afternoon, Liang Weining reviewed the ribbon-cutting procedure repeatedly, with only the last two details left to confirm with the boss in person.
Just as she got up, the internal phone rang.
From the receiver came a man's low voice, "Come to the office."
