She gently set down her cup, her expression softening slightly.
"Oh? You want to take this over?"
Yang Meiling's heart leaped when she heard this. She bobbed her head up and down like a chicken pecking at grain.
"I do! It's my honor to be able to lighten your load, Dean Song!"
"Alright then."
"Since you're so keen on it, I'll hand it over to you."
Yang Meiling immediately straightened her back, inwardly delighted.
'Song Qingya really is gullible. She agreed so easily!'
'Looks like she's just a young dean with an empty title, so easy to fool!'
'As long as I seize this opportunity and gain control over equipment allocation, my word will finally carry some weight in logistics!'
"But," Song Qingya said, her tone shifting, though her voice remained even.
"The rules cannot be broken."
She enunciated each word.
"Tomorrow morning, take some people to do an inventory. Make a list, in triplicate."
"Find Old Qin from the logistics department to sign and confirm it."
