Monday, the next day.
When Song Guanchao came out of the bathroom, he just happened to bump into Secretary Sun.
When Secretary Sun saw him, he immediately looked up, his nostrils turned towards the sky, with a face full of arrogance.
Leaving Song Guanchao completely baffled.
What's up with this guy?
Did he win the lottery?
Right, just as well, ask him about the Fengmen Building issue.
See if Tang Zhengqiang has had any contact with him.
"Secretary Sun, the land around Fengmen Building, it's up for tendering, isn't it?"
Secretary Sun froze in his steps, not turning his head as he said, "Xiao Song, just do your job and don't meddle in things that aren't your concern."
Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow: "That's not right, Secretary Sun, we're all colleagues here at the City Committee, can't I show some concern for your work? Surely you haven't reached the point where there aren't even any bidding companies yet?"
