Song Wu walked into the reception room. Imai Ichiro, who was dressed in a long gown, stood up and bowed to him with a smile on his face: "Song Jun, long time no see."
"It's been a long time indeed." Song Wu nodded and smiled: "Have you solved the problem you encountered?"
Ichiro Imai waited until Wu Song sat down before saying, "It has been solved."
"Oh?" Song Wu took out cigarettes from his pocket, knocked one out and held it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath, "How did you do it?"
"Money often controls power. I just sent a telegram to the top management of the Taiping Group."
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