By late March, the weather in Hu City was starting to warm up.
In the afternoon on Jinling Road Pedestrian Street, girls in miniskirts would occasionally stroll by, showing off their long, fair legs.
"Something catch your eye, President Chen?" Song Yuncheng asked through clenched teeth, noticing his wandering gaze.
"They're alright," Chen Yansen said, leaning back in his chair in the rest area. He said they were alright, but he didn't look away.
'If you don't look at legs during the summer, how will you know who's beautiful?'
"Liu Qiangdong said on Weibo that for the next three years, Jingdong will maintain a zero-margin strategy for its large home appliance category, guaranteeing prices that are 10% cheaper than Gome, Sunning, and Pinbei."
Song Yuncheng twisted open a bottle of mineral water, handed it to Chen Yansen, and said softly.
"Anyone can run their mouth. Have Huang Zheng issue a response: all of Pinbei's products will be 5% cheaper than Jingdong's."
