Hang City, private club.
In a quaint private room.
Seated with decorum, Meng Chuan personally poured a cup of freshly awaken Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao for Tian Chengye across from him, his demeanor humble and appropriate.
President Zhang's face, often with a touch of defiance, now showed an unmistakable fatigue and trepidation.
"Chairman Tian." He pushed the teacup over, "Congratulations, I've heard about the Huinei Electronics matter."
Tian Chengye smiled, picked up the teacup, and gently blew on the steam, "You could say it's thanks to my daughter Jingjing's fortune."
His words were filled with uncontrollable emotion and delight.
It had only been five days since that birthday party that changed everything.
TY Precision had officially sent over an expert team to connect, with the preliminary technical cooperation plan already laid out on his desk.
