"Are you back again?" Pan Wang slowly stepped off the private plane, her face still a little tired after the quarantine, but the Zhenjiang City government who came to greet her cheered her up a little.
"Finally, Miss Pan, I heard of your name when I first entered the political circle. I heard that you read the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of one, and learned about astronomy and geography at the age of three. You were the most anticipated future star in the political circles of the University of Ottawa, but you gave up your career in coding and made a name for yourself in the Canadian coding community. I really admire you."
□□When he saw Pan Wang, his face was full of energy and he said this,
"When you come to Zhenjiang this time, the girl will definitely cause a bloody storm. The business community in Zhenjiang cannot live without you."
Pan Wang's eyes flashed with contempt and he replied,
"Ma Minglong, after so many years, you are still the same. I already understood the layout of Zhenjiang when I was three years old. If I hadn't studied abroad, you wouldn't have been able to take this position."
□□Ma Minglong replied with an embarrassed look on his face,
"Miss Pan, for so many years, I have vigorously developed the vinegar industry in Zhenjiang. Over time, I have made some achievements. Based on the vinegar industry alone, no one in Jiangsu knows our name. If you have any suggestions, please give me some advice."
Pan Wang was speechless after seeing this. He flipped his little hand and found an extra pen, and then wrote three big characters on Ma Minglong's palm. "Supply Chain". Ma Minglong was shocked and turned pale. He was so frightened that he backed away. There was a surge of blood in his body, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. After calming down, he put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky in Zhenjiang, "This is going to change."
Purpose: The girl surnamed Pan kicked over Zhenjiang's jealousy jar and took up the banner of the national supply chain industry. Even Ali is afraid of three points