The next morning.
After two days of rest, Song Guanchao was completely recovered.
He arrived at the City Committee, cleaned up, and waited until nine o'clock before sending a message in the high-speed rail project group's chat, asking them to come to the office for a meeting.
At 9:30, in the project team's office.
Song Guanchao did not bother with pleasantries, and directly assigned tasks, "Director He, draft a notice."
"What notice?"
"The relocation notice for Three Lanes."
"Ah? The relocation plan..."
"Stick to the plan we set before," said Song Guanchao. "Tell them that the relocation plan is valid for one week."
"What about after a week?" asked Director He.
He guessed that Song Guanchao was planning to enforce demolition.
"After a week?" Song Guanchao smiled and said, "After a week, we won't demolish anymore."
"No, not demolish anymore?"
