Yang Ziyan chuckled: "I originally planned to invest tens of millions, but now it seems I'd better forget it."

With that said, he was about to walk out the door.

When Hu Ming, who was sitting on the chair, heard this, he suddenly became excited.

The fat body suddenly jumped up from the chair and ran in front of Yang Ziyan to stop him. He was more agile than a monkey.

"Brother, no, young master, please sit here. I just couldn't see Taishan. Don't be surprised."

The dean, Hu Ming, was smiling like a clown, without his previous aloof appearance.

As he spoke, he wiped the sofa several times with his own clothes.

"Secretary Lin, go and make some tea worth several hundred yuan a tael for me and bring it in."

Then, he yelled outside again.

"It may not be clear for a minute," Yang Ziyan said.

Hu Ming's heart tightened.

"It's okay, it's okay. You need to rest first. You can talk slowly after you have rested. I'll be waiting for you at any time. How about you smoke a cigarette first?"
Chapter completed!