"Yes, Director Su!" Sheng Ning crisply saluted, once again almost making Su Hai spit blood.
Sheng Ning took the manuscript she had written from her pocket and placed it on Su Hai's desk. She extended her finger and gestured a one.
"What?"
"Ten thousand yuan, bring it here!"
Su Hai was startled, and a flash of surprise flitted across his eyes. How long had it been? She had actually finished writing? Impossible, she had no time to write in such a short duration.
It must have been written beforehand!
Su Hai picked up the manuscript and quickly flipped through it. Many people might not know, but he attended Tsinghua.
Indeed, Su Hai was the most culturally educated among the bandits of the General Union. Hence, his literary appreciation skills were also second to none.
The more Su Hai read the manuscript, the more serious his expression became, and the admiration in his eyes grew more and more apparent.
