How much trust and familiarity did he have to say such words to the sales staff of a factory.
Soon, Chief Zhou finished scrubbing his hands and began to disinfect them. The scrub nurse came out after she had prepared what she needed.
The air-tight lead door was closed, and the surgery began again.
"Little Feng, who is Professor Mu?" Manager Tang asked.
"A professor from Shenzhen City. He wants... Chief Zheng's time to confirm whether he can fly there today. Air China has a flight, and the time is just right. I'll let Professor Mu know."
"Ah? Weren't you the one who booked the plane ticket?"
"Professor Mu said that he was the one who booked the plane ticket." Feng Xuhui smiled and said, "I've told Professor Mu before. He said that Boss Zheng doesn't want the money for the flying knife. If he doesn't take the plane ticket, I'd be a little embarrassed."
"You guys..." Manager Tang could not understand this abnormal business model at all.
