The next day was the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.
On this day, all units started working, and Fang Bai came to Mo Yang's office with an investment plan.
After the two of them exchanged pleasantries, Fang Bai sat on the solid wooden sofa in his office and Mo Yang poured him hot tea.
It was hot but a little cold. When Fang Bo rode his motorcycle over here, his calves and hands were frozen. He warmed his hands with a hot cup and felt that his hands were not so stiff anymore.
Fang Bo maintained a calm expression, glanced at Mo Yang, and then said, "Director Mo, I have a preliminary investment idea and would like to discuss it with you. I hope you can help me make some connections."
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