At the entrance of the Jingxing Group, within the car, the two people who had arrived in a confrontational mood had both fallen into silence.
Zhao Beilan was the first to speak, asking, "Zhensheng, what do you think of this matter?"
"Brother, why don't you tell me first what you think?" Zhao Zhensheng sighed with resentful anger in his eyes, "Zhao Hanchen is clearly enjoying watching us fight over this position."
Zhao Beilan was no fool to this fact but could only say that Zhao Hanchen's way of judging people was too cunning, and his methods too cruel.
He said in a deep voice, "Zhensheng, how about I take the position first? You're still young, you will have plenty of opportunities in the future."
