At this moment, Fang Yuan also followed Li Jupeng out. A moment later, under Li Jupeng's guidance, a middle-aged man about fifty years old walked in.
Nie Zhenbang also stood up, stepped away from his desk, and with a smile, shook hands with the man. He gestured towards the sofa and then said, "Comrade Binyi, please sit."
Nie Zhenbang appraised Liu Bingyi. Liu Bingyi wasn't particularly tall. Among the people of Bashu, his height of about 1.68 meters was considered normal. Right now, he was dressed in a dark suit, a red tie with the emblem of the national emblem, and black leather shoes. His facial features were very regular, with his eyebrows being the most distinctive, slightly inverted, giving off a sort of majesty. His hair was also meticulously groomed.
Looking at Liu Bingyi's dress, Nie Zhenbang got a preliminary impression of him. This man, he thought, seemed to be quite straightforward and old-fashioned.
