'Dan Biao comes here often?'
He smiled, understanding what Vice President Peng meant. Her use of "Xiaoyang" had said it all.
'Your boss and I are close!' It was her way of saying, 'You're not on my level.'
The saying "a full bottle doesn't slosh, but a half-full one does" was probably coined for people like her. She'd only made it to vice president by the age of fifty, yet she had this inexplicable sense of superiority.
Yang Hui wasn't about to indulge her bad habits. He gave her a cool nod and led Zhu Jing toward the office area.
When they reached the front desk, he said, "Hello, I'm Yang Hui from Futong Commerce. I have an appointment with your President Chen, Chen Yu."
The receptionist quickly called inside to confirm. Once she had, she gestured for them to follow her.
She led the two of them toward the office area.
Halfway there, a man in his forties wearing a business suit walked out from inside. He carried himself with an impressive air.
