Chuan Zhi Yun was a Sichuan restaurant. When Chen hansheng brought the Zhang brothers over, Zhao chunming and the rest had already started eating.
hansheng, go out and eat something. I'll call you when I'm done here.
Zhao chunming did not want Chen hansheng to sit at the table at first.
"Forget it, it's just a few more pairs of chopsticks," someone else said.
When Zhao chunming heard this, he immediately smiled and said, ""I'm mainly worried that they'll leak the secrets of the factory leaders."
"What secret can a simple meal have?"
A man in his 50s waved his hand and said. He was Li bisong, the director of the electronics factory. He was also present at the Tianshui gathering last time.
Chen hansheng just smiled and did not say anything. He was as shy as a young man who had just seen the world.
Zhang weilei took a glance and thought to himself, " Chen hansheng was not like this when he threw 200 Yuan to frame me the other day.
