Qiu Tu walked to the bedside and looked out at Xinjie City through the window.
The winter had stripped Xinjie City of its splendor, leaving behind a sketch drawn in black and white lines, exuding a sense of solitude and bleakness.
This was the second winter since Xinjie City had become a Planning Area.
Picking up the phone, the somewhat desolate voice of Tang Feifei came through, "Qiu Tu?"
Qiu Tu hummed in acknowledgment, "It's me. What's happened?"
Qiu Tu calculated the timing. Tang Feifei should still be in a meeting. So this call was a bit strange.
Indeed... Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Tang Feifei said, "Huang Shangzong has offered enough compensation but also has some thoughts and arrangements of his own."
"He knows it's up to you to accept or not. So he arranged a ten-minute tea break in the middle of the meeting, allowing me to communicate with you."
Upon hearing Tang Feifei's explanation, a dawning realization spread across Qiu Tu's face.