Ilotan
The night outside was unexpectedly silent. Eric lowered his head and flipped through the files in his hand.
He lifted his head and glanced at the secretary in front of him, "How long has it been since Anke and the others left?"
"Counting the time, it's been half a month," the secretary recalled, speaking softly, "They should be almost back."
"How's the progress?" Eric lowered his head and asked casually.
"Based on the current information we've received, the progress is pretty good," the secretary replied slowly, "Mr. Anke knows when to advance and retreat, never speaking out of turn in areas he doesn't understand, yet taking responsibility when needed."
"It seems we've chosen the right person." Eric raised his head and smiled.
He closed the file in front of him and stretched lazily.
"It's you who can choose people well," the secretary immediately said.
"Alright, stop the flattery," Eric laughed, "Are those consortium alliance troops still outside?"
