Headquarters, Logistics Division.
When Gu Yanshen stepped in, a few officers inside were arguing fiercely over a bit of oil and salt, but their voices halted abruptly, like a chicken's neck being abruptly cut off.
The new Chief Zhou, with sharp eyes, immediately put down the abacus in his hand as soon as he saw him, and hurriedly walked up with a smile so broad it could almost squeeze out oil.
"Oh my! Mr. Gu! What brings you here personally? You could have just sent a message through a courier if you needed anything! Look at you..."
Gu Yanshen ignored his pleasantries, pulled out a piece of paper warmed by his body heat from his pocket, and handed it over. The creases in the paper silently spoke of its owner's turmoil from the previous night.
