"What do you mean by ten people per table?"
Yan ning asked.
"It's nothing,"
haha, " Chen hansheng laughed. I mean, I've long heard of chief Yan's name.
In the countryside of Harbor City, funerals usually involved 10 to 12 people per table. After the call with Bian Shishi, Chen hansheng was pretty sure that it was Yan ning who had exposed the shuraba. He was very angry at this kind of business method and was ready to set up a trap.
I'm not famous at all. President Chen is too good with his words.
Yan ning handed him his name card and pointed at his assistant. "My assistant, Jiang dongxun."
"Oh, the Korean."
Chen hansheng pursed his lips and called for her to come in. "Take this Korean to the rest room next door. I'm a little annoyed looking at him."
"What?"
Both Yan ning and the assistant were stunned, not only because of Chen hansheng's rude attitude and tone, but also because the assistant had some eavesdropping devices on him.
