On the phone, Feng Jiaming didn't try to hide his opinion of Shen Yiming or his own worries; he spilled everything out in a rush.
"Mr. Feng, you're overthinking it. In my view... the chairman probably doesn't mean that."
"How can you be sure?"
"The chairman has always been decisive. If he wanted to promote Shen Yiming, he would have made it clear from the start and not just talked about... how to deal with it."
After listening to President Zhang's analysis, Feng Jiaming felt somewhat relieved.
President Zhang had a certain influence on the board, and he was quite close to the chairman, so maybe Feng Jiaming was really worrying too much.
However, he still reminded himself that Shen Yiming should not be underestimated.
With that thought, Feng Jiaming immediately said warmly to President Zhang, "Are you free tonight? How about... we go out for a few drinks and relax?"
"Sure! A friend gave me a bottle of fine wine a few days ago; it's definitely to your liking."
