After her lunch break, Hu Meiqiao planned to call her old leader, Ma Shanjun, to inquire about the project application.
Unexpectedly, just as she picked up her phone, she saw a call coming in from Ma Shanjun.
Hu Meiqiao's breath halted slightly, and she answered the call with a bit of a tremble, asking nervously, "Old leader, how's it going?"
"Meiqiao!"
It wasn't Dean Hu, and from the tone, Hu Meiqiao knew things weren't good, feeling her heart sink slightly.
Ma Shanjun sighed and said, "I'm afraid I can't help you with this. This morning I went to see Mr. Yi and got scolded by him. I've done my best. Your idea is good, but there are too many obstacles. I can authorize the use of that building for you, but the funding issue that follows is beyond my control.
The key issue isn't the funding gap, but the staffing. Without approval from above, it simply won't work.
Yi Gang gave me two options..."
"What options?" Hu Meiqiao asked, with a glimmer of hope rising on her face.
