"County Head, when this table was being cleaned yesterday, one of its legs became crippled. Should I replace it with a new one for you?" In Nie Zhenbang's office, Yi Jun felt somewhat embarrassed.
No wonder, he kept feeling all day that this table was shaky, so it originally lost a chunk. At this moment, Nie Zhenbang also felt somewhat awkward. The things bought by the government departments were really poor quality. Looking at the chunk missing from the table, it reminded Nie Zhenbang of his own limping from a previous life. If he were to play a cripple at this moment, there would be absolutely no need for any training. He would be a master of the craft.
"Ha ha, there's no need to replace it. Just place something underneath the table. As long as it's stable, it'll be fine. We're going to relocate the office soon. Replacing the table now would be a waste of money," Nie Zhenbang responded with a laugh.
