Yanjing, Zhongnanhai, Zhu Jinheng Office.

Zhu Jinheng is bowing his head to work, turning over a large pile of thick documents on his desk, waiting for his signature. As one of the core figures of power in China, his daily workload is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Dedicated to work, the red phone in the office rings.

Zhu Jinheng did not raise his head, but picked up the microphone in his hand.

There was a pleasant female voice in the microphone. "Chief, General Song Pingyo and Miss Luo Qingyue are waiting outside for you to meet them."

Zhu Jinheng nodded. "Okay, let them in."

Half a minute later, Song Pingyo and...