The next morning, Chen Bin summoned the director of the seasoning factory to the municipal committee.
Mi Yuanfang immediately greeted respectfully after entering the office.
"Secretary Chen."
Chen Bin asked, "Do you know why I called you here?"
"I suspect it might be about the demolition issue."
"Since you know what it's about, where do you think the problem lies?"
"I have consulted the opinions of those workers, and they all want a settlement fee. It might amount to 1.5 billion. Even if we sell all of the factory's assets and pay off the foreign debts, there's still a gap of 1 billion."
"What you mean is, as long as the city can't produce that 1 billion, the seasoning factory can't be demolished?"
Mi Yuanfang did not speak, just slowly nodded his head.
Bam!
Chen Bin slammed the table forcefully, pointing at the other party and scolding harshly.
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
