"Ah, President Wu!"
Secretary Xu approached with a wine glass, full of smiles.
Fatty Wu turned his head, his bald head also turning, reflecting a beam of light under the illumination.
Upon seeing Secretary Xu, his expression was not very pleasant:
"Oh, Secretary Xu!"
Although he called out to Secretary Xu, he had no choice but to speak kindly with the person, which, for him as a president, was quite helpless.
But... who made him a downstream supplier?
The whole family relies on the Zhou Group to make a living, and with Hanqi Intelligence thriving, they also want to join in for a sip of soup, so they have to do their job even more thoroughly.
However, in the business world, of course, whoever is capable is the boss.
With that thought, Old Wu's chubby belly jiggled a couple of times, and in an instant, he balanced his mood.
In a certain sense, he truly is a businessman.
As for President Xie, whom he left mid-conversation...
