Jiang Chuan acknowledged and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Ding Yishan stood there in a daze for a moment, then walked to the window and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it.
Ever since the Great Expansion Era ended, he had quit the habit of smoking, but in the last couple of days, the pressure had increased sharply, and he couldn't help but reach into his pocket.
He leaned against the window sill, watching the flickering lights outside while waiting for the last few inspectors to finish their papers.
At eight-thirty in the evening, the last inspector finally put down his pen.
All the test papers were neatly packed into a small truck by the staff and driven towards the Inner City.
Ding Yishan, with a cigarette in his mouth, uncharacteristically took the wheel himself, while Jiang Chuan sat in the passenger seat, looking cheerful.
