Ding Wei wanted to give him a thumbs-up. Was this a dig at Zhu Wentao being an ungrateful wretch?
Sure enough, Zhu Wentao's face changed upon hearing this. He suppressed his anger and gave Du Ze a cold glance.
"A wise man submits to circumstances. Secretary Du is a smart man."
Du Ze gave a faint smile and replied with an idiom that means "using a small effort to move great weight": "I'd say those words apply equally to Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Wentao snorted. The financial report was perfect; what could he glean from it? He stood up to leave.
Du Ze sent Zhu Wentao to the elevator. As he watched the elevator doors slowly close, he hooked his lip in a sneer.
Zhu Wentao exited Zhu Group, thought for a bit, then drove to the Zhangs', only to be declined a visit on the grounds of the grandpa's illness.
"Old bastard." Zhu Wentao was seething. What did Zhu Mingjing feed the Zhangs?
