Wang Daxian, who had just been insisting on giving up his position, now winked at Jing Shu. Jing Shu felt that Wang Daxian might have known something in advance.
Did he know that her tobacco cultivation was about to be in demand, so he wanted to get on her good side in advance?
Indeed, whether or not he wanted the position, he was already the designated vice president; taking the role was merely a formality. So, him giving me a heads-up in advance wouldn't be an issue, right? Jing Shu shook her head, pushing these thoughts aside for the moment.
