Tian Tian didn't just turn up; she came fully prepared. Now, she unraveled her scarf, took off her helmet, and pulled out a notebook from her bosom:
"Director Zhu, this is what I put together last night, the points we need to promote. Please have a look when you have time, so we can coordinate later."
"Oh, oh, oh." Secretary Xiaozu hesitantly took the notebook, and couldn't resist glancing at the mobile phone lying beside him, wondering if he hadn't taken this live broadcast seriously enough?
But then she did the math: Boss Chang wanted 1000 pounds, and then there's Old Zhao over here—
"Boss Zhao, how many pounds of Kudzu Root Powder do you want?"
Old Zhao originally intended to say 800 pounds, but thinking back to the taste of the Kudzu powder, he hesitated slightly: "A thousand pounds!"
