It's coincidental that Director Zhao will be at home, and he's the only one at home.

"Uncle Zhao, here I am." Zeng Xiaoqian shouted when he entered the yard.

"It's small money. Come in." Director Zhao called him in.

Mr. Zhao's face was the same as usual, and he didn't see anything unusual when he came in with a small amount of money.

"Small money, what can I do for you?" As he spoke, his face changed. "Is it still about the pollution of Xiaoshuhe?"

Director Zhao thought about it these two days, and finally decided to listen to Zhang Zhi. After all, it was not easy for him to...