Wang Yisheng is somewhat short and chubby and generally finds work quite comfortable. As a workshop director at this state-owned printing factory, most of the time he sits in the office, drinks tea, reads the newspaper, and occasionally attends meetings without even needing to go to the workshop.
Now Wang Yisheng called Ling Zhengwei out from the crowd, and Ling Zhengwei followed him to his office, stepping inside.
The office was warm and comfortable, unlike the unpleasant smell of the workshop.
"Director, why did you want to see me?" Ling Zhengwei asked curiously.
"Close the door first."
After Ling Zhengwei closed the door, Wang Yisheng poured him a glass of water and took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the drawer, offering one to Ling Zhengwei.
Ling Zhengwei had worked at the printing factory for many years, and never had a superior leader offered him a cigarette, especially in such a heavily state-owned style factory.
