Ten minutes later.
Inside the large office of the Urban Management Team in Qingling District.
Liu Liangyou and about seven or eight other urban managers were holding watermelons, enjoying them heartily.
While eating, they also kept praising how sweet the melon was today.
Just then, the office door was abruptly opened with a bang.
It startled everyone.
They stared in surprise.
Standing at the door, sweating profusely, was a middle-aged man.
It was none other than Jiang Qitang, the head of the Qingling District Urban Management Team.
"Old Jiang, it's you, you scared me. It's better to be lucky than early, we just got a batch of melons, come and try one, they're really sweet."
Seeing him, Liu Liangyou stood up to greet him.
Jiang Qitang sighed deeply and asked, "Did you guys bring someone back?"
"Yes, an old man, a melon seller, what's up?"
Jiang Qitang frowned and asked, "Are you sure it's an old man?"
