Yang Jian was flying a helicopter carrying Tong Qian and Feng Quan back to Dachang City.
"When did you learn to fly a helicopter?" On the way, Tong Qian asked curiously.
Yang Jian said, "Just today."
"..."
The helicopter landed at the Shangtong Tower, but before departing, Yang Jian had already notified everyone to have a meeting there.
About half an hour later.
The top floor of Shangtong Tower.
Yang Jian's office was now filled with people.
Rather than saying they were people, it's more accurate to say most of them were ghost handlers.
Tong Qian, Feng Quan, Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Xiong Wenwen, including him, that's exactly six ghost handlers. Zhang Han had already died, beyond saving, which was quite regrettable.
"President Yang, here's your drink."
Secretary Zhang Liqin, at this moment, bowed slightly, remaining silent, cautiously handed over a coke. After Yang Jian took it, she meekly stepped aside and faded into the background.
