Shanghai, government office building.
Zhao Weilin, who had waited almost two hours in the meeting room, finally met the leader from last time.
"Had a meeting this morning, sorry for the long wait, Old Zhao." The middle-aged man took a sip from his cup and pointed to the chair opposite, "Sit down, let's talk."
Zhao Weilin nodded, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
"About the Jing'an project, Director Sun reported to me this morning. Old Zhao, I'm grateful for your willingness to make sacrifices for Shanghai's development, to take on risks and handle that situation." The middle-aged man's words were sincere, and he cupped his hands towards Zhao Weilin in a gesture of respect.
Zhao Weilin quickly sat up slightly and waved a hand, "Leader, you're overpraising. It's my duty to contribute to local development." He rubbed his palms on his knees, finally unable to hold back, "It's just..."
