Chen Dawei gnashed his teeth, "As a director, where do you think I could be right now? Of course, I'd be letting my subordinates brew a pot of good tea, sitting at my desk, just having turned on the computer, ready to handle the day's business."
"And there are loads of people at the entrance with documents, lining up waiting for my signature."
He even put on an act of stretching out lazily and sighed, "Ah, being a procurement director is so busy, I haven't even had time for tea."
The door of the stall next to him opened.
A man walked out holding his belt, and gave Chen Dawei a glare, "Lunatic! Why don't you drink urine?"
Chen Dawei: "..."
He was too late even to cover the phone's microphone.
Shen Zhou said, "How outrageous! Director Chen, who called you a lunatic? And to drink urine? That's way too different from drinking tea, even though... the color is somewhat similar."
A wave of sadness swept over Chen Dawei, and he was furious.
