Zhou chunyong was watching the television quietly.
From the TV screen, the flash shone on Zheng Ren's face, reflecting a strange glow.
"Chunyong, boss Zheng really won the Nobel Prize. This person is really capable. " Zhou chunyong's wife was chatting with him."Aren't you going to congratulate him?"
"There's nothing to congratulate me for. " Zhou chunyong said,"boss Zheng's place must be bursting with people these few days."
"Not doing anything doesn't seem to be a good idea."
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Zhou chunyong said,"boss Zheng is an understanding person. He knows what I, old Zhou, have done. There's no sand in his eyes. He looks honest and simple, but he's actually very shrewd. "
"What did you do?"
