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The next day.
Since it was the grand opening day of the company, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't sleep in as usual but got up early. When he arrived at the office building, he found that someone had arrived even earlier than he had; Xia Sanwa was already there.
Xia Sanwa was still wearing that same suit, his tie knotted like a schoolboy's red scarf, hands clasped behind his back, and walking with splayed steps in front of the office building as if he was a new model learning how to do a catwalk, very focused. When he saw Wang Xiaoqiang approaching, Xia Sanwa immediately stopped in embarrassment and lowered his hands, cautious like a schoolboy seeing his teacher.
"Uncle Sanwa, it's too hot for a suit. Take it off," Wang Xiaoqiang frowned and said.
