Yang Jian at this moment stared at Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting in a wheelchair looking sickly.
Although he was very ill, his thinking and mind were intact, and the words he spoke were hard to ignore, because he didn't conceal anything deliberately but instead laid out the pros and cons of a matter before you, letting you make a choice.
When you refuse, Wang Xiaoming would keep increasing the stakes through other means, putting pressure on you, guiding you to agree to his demands.
This wasn't a conspiracy, but an open plot, which was also his usual tactic.
"Your meaning is that as long as I make the captain's meeting proceed smoothly, I can become the so-called Enforcement Captain, having all the headquarters' resources? And you also promise to tell me the secret of the skin paper?" Yang Jian asked.
"Exactly." Wang Xiaoming nodded.
