Mayor Zheng is treating people to dinner?
Song Guanchao almost laughed out loud. What virtue or ability could make the mayor deign to play host.
It goes without saying that this meal offered by Zheng Bihui was aimed at reconciliation.
"I'll be a bit late on my side."
"Mm, tell me when you're done."
Over there, the two old ladies who were clamoring about jumping off a building had also come down, a crowd gathered together.
About ten minutes later, a man around forty years old approached.
The man's eyes were a bit shifty, but it was clear he was trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.
"President Song, is it?"
"I'm the secretary, just call me Secretary Song."
Song Guanchao asked with a smile, "May I ask your surname?"
"Xu Hai."
"Mr. Xu, are you a representative of Three Lanes?"
"Yes."
"What are your demands?"
"Our demand is that the relocation price has to be raised."
"To how much?"
"8,000 per square meter!"
