"Hmm, I'll write an application too. Once you're done, I'll copy yours."
"Alright, I'll start writing now, and you can take a look shortly."
Jiang Xinyu finished speaking and leaned over the desk to begin drafting her application.
Wei Kaiyun made a cup of milk for his wife, placed it beside her, and sat down to read the newspaper.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Xinyu handed the application to Wei Kaiyun, "See if this works?"
"Your application will surely get approved. Me, as a semi-illiterate, can't tell much anyway." Wei Kaiyun said this, but he still took the application and read through it.
"I think there's no problem."
"Alright then, I'll rewrite it."
In the afternoon, Jiang Xinyu handed two applications to Yang Xiaoxian, "Mr. Yang, sorry for the trouble."
"No problem, I'll submit them right away. Wait for me a moment."
As they watched him leave, the remaining five people surrounded Jiang Xinyu, "Vice Factory Director Jiang, are you really going ahead with this equipment?"
