Song Guanchao shook his head. "Let's just talk here."
Chairman Qian thought to himself that this Director Song really was immune to both soft and hard tactics.
He glanced at Han Lan again and greeted her, "Secretary Han."
"Hello, Chairman Qian." Han Lan sat upright and proper, clearly not intending to get chummy with him.
Chairman Qian pulled out a chair and sat down, took the tea that Yao Linghua handed over, and waited until she closed the door. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked, "I don't think I've ever offended you, Director Song, have I?"
Song Guanchao was puzzled. "Why would you say that, Chairman Qian?"
Chairman Qian tapped the table with his knuckles and answered the question with a question. "Director Song, do you know who built the park?"
Song Guanchao nodded. "I've heard a bit. They say it was the then mayor, Yang Gaolin."
