"Director Niu, do you think if Boss Yan comes over and I directly propose a cooperation, will he agree?"
"Old Qu, you've asked that at least ten times now! Whether Boss Yan agrees or not, I can't guarantee it for you, but I can assure you he's a stand-up guy. As long as it's for a friend, he absolutely won't let us down," laughed Old Niu from the cement plant.
They were at a crossroads leading from Guxi Township to the county seat of Tanghe County. Behind Director Niu stood his son, and next to them was a man who looked over fifty with somewhat graying hair—the one who had just asked the question—and like Director Niu, he had a young man standing behind him.
Guxi Township not only had mountains and water but also a temple.
