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" Lyu, throw these photos out."
Yang Ming instructed, "Do it discreetly, leave no traces."
Lyu's projection instantly vanished.
Yang Ming turned off the projection screen and contemplated deeply, arms crossed.
Kolev yawned, "I'm really not good at these things. But, my dear nephew, don't feel too pressured, you're invincible on the surface."
Yang Ming boasted, "I think so too."
"Hey!"
Kolev slapped Yang Ming hard on the thigh, "You should learn humility! I'm just encouraging you! Now, the great Haton Factory Director is heading to his gentle dreams."
"Aren't you going to eat something, Uncle? There's still some porridge Lyu made in the pot."
Kolev snorted, "A competent factory director should certainly dine with his workers."
Yang Ming pouted, "A black-hearted capitalist can show a friendly and approachable side in everything except for raising wages."
"You're not wrong," Kolev muttered, "the wages we've been giving out are high enough now."
