The office fell silent once again.
Old Hou lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, the smoke obscuring his somber face.
He had just realized that using such official hard tactics to pressure Qi Yun might backfire, possibly scaring Wei Zhe away, which could result in nothing but trouble.
After all, the incident with the last photovoltaic project showed that this guy clearly yields to soft approaches, not hard ones.
Having Qin Minghui communicate with Qi Yun was his first step in extending an olive branch, and if this matter succeeded, Qin Minghui could also bask in the reflected glory. There's no reason the latter wouldn't put forth his best efforts.
With this thought, Old Hou's mood calmed slightly as he began to think about the next step.
...
The two office locations were not far apart, and forty minutes later, Xu Yunliang's car drove into City F's compound.
