Hu Meiqiao was stunned for a moment, then beamed with joy, "Thank you, old leader."
Although Ma Shanjun said there wasn't much hope, Hu Meiqiao knew that as long as Ma Shanjun took the materials, there was hope. Even a little hope was still hope. If they were taken back, then there would be no hope at all.
"Don't thank me just yet. This will take some time. It'll be at least a month or two before I can give you an answer."
"It's okay, I can wait," Hu Meiqiao quickly replied.
At this moment, waiting was her only option.
Ma Shanjun nodded, placed the materials in the nearby cabinet, and glanced at the time, saying, "Why don't you stay for lunch here and then head back? We can also have a chat about the young man you mentioned—I'm quite curious. What kind of charm has he used on you to make you, Dean Hu, come all this way to ask for help?"
"Alright, I'll stay for lunch. I haven't eaten at this cafeteria in a long time. I must say I do miss it,"
Hu Meiqiao responded.
