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Boss Sun looked at him for a while, with an indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes.
Finally he sighed, turned around and walked out of the conference room.
"So be it."
Chairman Wang followed the steps given by Boss Sun, stood up immediately, and ended this suffocating meeting.
Everyone stood up and left one after another as if they had been granted amnesty.
No one left to exchange greetings, and the footsteps were hurried, as if if they stayed for a second longer, they would be crushed by the dull air.
President Wang stood up last.
When he walked past Song Huaiyuan, his steps paused slightly.
He didn't speak, just stretched out his hand, patted Song Huaiyuan's shoulder heavily, then turned and left.
The door is closed.
Song Huaiyuan was the only one left in the conference room.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match and lit it.
Taking a deep breath, the spicy smoke slowly dispersed in the empty conference room, blurring his face.
He looked at the list on the table. Behind every number on the list were compatriots who were about to be forced into a desperate situation.
He handed the knife to the Japanese with his own hands, just to let everyone breathe more.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The sky in late winter is gray, like an unclean rag, weighing heavily on the city.
He held the cigarette with his fingers and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray with slight force.
Until the last spark is completely extinguished.
The next morning, it was dawn.
The gray-white mist is like a wet and cold rag, hanging heavily on the eaves of Shanghai.
Ye Jingshu left the apartment and walked along the wet bluestone road.
She wore a well-tailored beige woolen coat today.
Holding a delicate little leather bag in her hand, she looked like a lady from the French Concession.
The dim sum shop "Fu Xing Zhai" on the corner of the street has just opened its steamer.
The white hot air mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floated out.
This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is famously popular in the French Concession. The supply is limited every day. If you go late, there won’t even be any crumbs left.
Ye Jingshu arrived early, and there were only a few old ladies carrying vegetable baskets lined up in front of the shop.
She stood quietly in the queue and waited for a quarter of an hour. When it was her turn, there were just the last two packets of sweet-scented osmanthus cake left.
She handed over the copper plate and ordered two packages of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, along with a small package of candied fruits wrapped in oil paper.
When she passed the candy-making stall in the alley, she stopped.
He handed over a few coins and asked the stall owner to pinch a kitten candy man with its tail raised high.
The door in Shangxianli was ajar, so she knocked twice.
The door hinge made a dull creaking sound, and Myolie came to open the door.
Seeing her, Xing'er was obviously stunned for a moment.
He quickly turned around, pulled Ye Jingshu into the room, and lowered his voice and said, "Sister, come in quickly, it's windy outside."
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