C743 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkeys

Zhao Sanjin had finished his three requests. Although there were some whispers in the meeting room, Zhao Sanjin did not stop them. He looked at the sofa on the stage, crossed his legs, and sat down.

"Can I ask a question?" In the meeting room. Someone stood up and called out to Zhao Sanjin.

"Of course you can