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A thick Yuzhou Province accent, a face etched with the marks of the years. Dark skin, calloused fingers, all proving that Chen Dashuan was undoubtedly a rural farmer. Had it not been for Minister Gu's introduction, Nie Zhenbang would never have believed that such a remarkable person could exist in these barren and treacherous lands.
"We have come specifically for you, Mr. Chen," said Wu Li, speaking on behalf of Nie Zhenbang.
On the matter of choosing a secretary, Nie Zhenbang had yet to decide. Currently, Wu Li was wearing multiple hats, serving both as a security secretary and taking on some of the duties of a working secretary.
Upon hearing Wu Li's words, Chen Dashuan's face changed abruptly. He stood up and said rather impolitely, "You've got the wrong person; there's no Mr. Chen here."
At that moment, however, Chen Dashuan spoke in a relatively standard Mandarin, which was enough to show that Chen Dashuan had seen the world.
