Secretary Han keenly sensed the stiffening of Huang Shangzong's expression.
The basic quality of a secretary is to read their boss's mood. So he quickly put away his smile, bent down slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Speaker... Did I analyze it wrong?"
Hearing Secretary Han's words, the thick brows resting horizontally on Huang Shangzong's forehead knitted lightly.
He looked at Secretary Han, his broad and resolute face written with deep contemplation.
He said, "Your analysis... isn't really wrong."
"In fact, I think the same way."
"But..."
At this point, his tone shifted, and he said, "Suddenly I realize—anything related to Qiu Tu, any time we've dealt with him."
"When have our predictions ever been accurate?"
"Whenever we think he'll fail, he always succeeds."
"Whatever we think he can't possibly achieve, he always manages to pull off."
"So, is it possible that this time... he's already done it?"
Hearing Huang Shangzong's words, Secretary Han was stunned.
