Jiang Cheng used his familiar artistic style to paint a highly alluring picture for Factory Director Yuan.
"So, Factory Director Yuan..."
Factory Director Yuan understood.
Jiang Cheng came to ask for money.
No, it's to ask for donations.
He knew about the things happening at sea, and he had cursed at home for days; he's a retired veteran.
"President Jiang, I'm in!"
"Factory Director Yuan, your righteousness is commendable!"
The two shook hands, with Factory Director Yuan modestly saying, "I'm not as good as you. You know about this and immediately think of taking action, while I only cursed a few times!"
"That's not true!"
Jiang Cheng interrupted Factory Director Yuan's modesty, saying, "Factory Director Yuan, if it weren't for your deeply patriotic heart, my little tricks wouldn't even be worth a glance to you."
"The only reason I succeeded in convincing you is because of your keen insight."
