The heavily guarded ancient castle, a Land Rover SUV steadily parked in front of the iron gate.
The guard waved his hand, allowing the vehicle in. When the car door was pushed open, the person who stepped out of the driver's seat was surprisingly Zhong Tian, who had just been sitting in the meeting room.
The servant respectfully led him to the study on the third floor, where he saw the person inside. Zhong Tian politely bowed, "Hello, Minister Jackson!"
Jackson leaned against the leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He squinted slightly, looking at the spy he had planted before him.
He had been planted during the late establishment phase of the Management Institute.
There was no other choice; the Management Institute was growing larger and larger. Although it represented justice, it absolutely interfered with too many people's interests...
Now more and more businessmen were turning to the Management Institute, causing their stocks here to plummet continuously.
