"Do you know who I am?" Zhou Qinghe said angrily.
Jianfeng dug his ear, flicked his fingernails, and said flatly, "I don't care who you are. No matter who you bring up today, don't think about getting past me!"
"You!" Zhou Qinghe was furious.
He was the secretary to the chief, and to most people, a secretary was like the leader himself. The words of a secretary carried the same weight as the leader. In such a position, the secretary played the role of a messenger, and who would dare to say no!
He had never encountered such a situation before!
But the man in front of him dared to speak to him like this, which made him very angry.
However, being under the eaves, one had to bow their head. After all, he was doing this to accomplish what the chief requested, so Zhou Qinghe had no choice but to swallow his anger.
To survive in the officialdom, one naturally had to endure what ordinary people could not. This was nothing.
