At half-past eight in the morning.
Qin group building, president's office.
"President Deng, what can Mr. Qin be here? Our chairman has been waiting for almost an hour."
In the reception area of the office, Deng Qing was sitting on the sofa. The sofa opposite him was a hale-and-hearty man with short and grey hair about in his 50.
This is Zhang Hao, chairman of Skyhawk.
The speaker was a young man standing behind him, who should be his secretary.
"Liu, how can you talk to Deng like that?! "
Zhang Hao scolded him, frighten the secretary stunned, he thought Zhang was not like this at ordinary times.
"Apologize to Deng."
The boss said the younger one can only hurriedly bowed to Deng Qing: "Mr. Deng, please forgive me for the offense I have just committed.
"It's okay. It's okay. Young people are impatient and it's understandable."
Deng Qing smiled on his face, but he was shocked!
