The sea city at the beginning of January was extremely cold, and the howling wind seemed to hold a knife. Several birds flew past the gloomy sky and screamed.
In the spacious and clean office building, men in straight suits walked through the chaotic latticework. Many people stopped their work and greeted respectfully: “Hello, President Jiang.”
The man nodded friendly.
When his figure gradually moved away, several programmers in plaid shirts were surprised: “In this direction, I shouldn’t go to Mr. Gu.”
“should be.”
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