Lin Nianhe put down the phone and gave Wong Xiao a radiant smile: "Uncle Wong, the leader wants you to call him back as soon as possible."
She had delivered the message in a second.
Wong Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, pointing at Lin Nianhe: "You! Hahaha... Old Xie is usually most afraid of trouble, and with what you've done, his head is going to ache for three days."
"He won't have a headache," Lin Nianhe chuckled, "I've laid the steps right down at his feet. If he still doesn't know how to proceed, then we really shouldn't set up a branch factory in the city. Otherwise, having such a confused leader in charge, the branch won't last three years before it gets wrecked."
"He's not foolish," Wong Xiao's expression turned more serious, he turned his head to look at the setting sun outside the window and said, "He's been fighting with Old Dog Shi for six or seven years and can still sit firmly in that chair. How could he be a fool?"
