In the conference room, it was completely dark, with a weak candlelight flickering and stretching the shadows of the few men at the round table long.
Xu Renjie sat upright at the table, his fingers gently tapping on the tabletop, producing a rhythmic "pat, pat" sound.
He was waiting for the response from his colleagues; he needed to quickly implement the matter raised by Liu Fugui.
"Then I'll start with my opinion!" Having considered this matter beforehand, Tang Xiaoquan was the first to speak up.
Old Xu nodded, signaling him to continue.
