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Is this what they call a narrow road for enemies?
Narrow enough to lead straight to my office?
He glowered at Shen Zhou and asked loudly, "How did you get here? No, why are you still in the Health Department, didn't you go to clean toilets?"
After all, Song Zhikun was the purchasing manager, and he held a position of considerable power and influence at Jiulong Group, so his office was even more spacious and luxurious than Guo Shanmiao's, complete with leather sofas and a small bar.
Slumped on the sofa was a man in his fifties, his head tilted to one side, his expression one of agony, occasionally letting out a pained outcry.
Startled by Song Zhikun's outburst, he instinctively turned his head toward the door, aggravating his injury and turning his face even paler with pain.
This man also carried an aura of authority, clearly someone accustomed to looking down on others.
