Wang Hui's people were already baffled.
He had just been pushed by Zhou Qing and had wanted to curse the person who pushed him, but when he saw Zhou Qing, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Zhou Qing was no small figure; she was brought in by the new chairman, and he couldn't afford to offend her.
But when he figured out what Zhou Qing was doing, he was completely dumbstruck, staring at Jiang Chen in shock.
This guy is the new president?
Was I just pushing the president?
Do I have a death wish?
"President, I'm sorry, I... I didn't know it was you, I've offended you, so, please, forgive me."
Wang Hui's legs went weak, and he nearly knelt down. Remembering how he had ridiculed and scolded him, he quickly bowed deeply to Jiang Chen, bending like a large shrimp, his body trembling incessantly.
"The president?"
"That's Secretary Zhou! Is that young man really the president?!"
"Good day, President."
"Good day, President."
