The office area for Group One was close to the minister's private office.
No sooner had Qiu Wenduo finished speaking than a man's furious outburst erupted from inside the minister's office.
"You wouldn't tell him?", "You know what his personality is like! He's the type to charge forward with a submachine gun without understanding the concept of brakes, not one to save his own skin like we do. And now, something has happened to him out front—what do you think the higher-ups will think?"
The booming voice of the Head of the Investment Promotion Department resounded like thunder.
The scolded Group One leader didn't make a peep.
Xu Zhilin listened with trepidation, wondering if the group leader inside had already died.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang of something being thrown inside, followed by a stern warning: "I'm telling you, someone has to take responsibility for this, decide for yourself!"
The last part of the sentence was particularly harsh.