The phone rang again immediately.

After Zhao Yong's father took it, his face became paler.

"Dad, the joint inspection team of industrial and commercial taxation entered the shopping center!" Zhao Yong sat on the chair, "And, the piece of land we gave to the Li family said that there was a problem with the procedures. Now the land is in the process, so let me go and cooperate!"

The old man of the Zhao family was furious: "Aren't those... those sent out?"

"Old Master Zhao!"

Until now, the man standing in the shadow at the door strided to the main table of the hall.

It's Ding Yi.

"My boss asked me to return these to you. They said that the gift was too heavy and they dare not accept it!" Ding Yi was not humble or arrogant, and presented a file bag with both hands.

Zhao Yong's father took it and opened it quickly.

Depressed on the table.

The last breath was also discharged.

Mr. Zhao was stunned.

All the "sincerity" given out was returned intact.

"Mr. Zhao Yong!" Ding turned his face and looked at Zhao Yong, "My boss gives you a word."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yong looked up tremblingly.

"He wishes you a hundred years of life."
Chapter completed!