In the village, when it was close to dusk, a man came to Wang Yao's clinic while he was reading a book.
"Hi, you look good," Wang Yao said.
"Thanks for your help," Zhen Weijun said. He had two boxes in his hands. "I've just been to Central China and brought some tea for you."
"Thank you," Wang Yao said.
The two boxes looked very common, but he knew the tea was expensive.
"The draft of the pharmaceutical factory has been completed. The construction will have two stages. Could you please take a look?" Zhen Weijun showed the draft to Wang Yao.
The design was completed with high quality. Whoever who did the draft must have been an expert.
"When will construction start?" Wang Yao asked.
"On June 8 of the Lunar calendar, a good day to start construction," Zhen Weijun said.
"Great," Wang Yao said.
He took a close look at the design sketch.
Hmm?
"There is a pond here." He pointed at a small pond in the picture.
