Zhao Hongjin replied like she was talking to an idiot.
"Bro, it's Saturday!"
CEO Cheng embarrassedly pretended to be busy unlocking the door and helped Zhao Hongjin open the grand doors of MAS.
On a Saturday morning, the company's boss being the first to arrive for work could only mean that the pressure on MAS's employees was indeed high.
"Actually, it doesn't make much of a difference on Saturdays. We are close to financing, and the company's morale is high recently, so everyone's enthusiasm for work is quite strong."
As the president of MAS, CEO Cheng consoled himself slightly.
"Bro, I bought you plum vegetable pork buns, carrot buns, as well as fried dough sticks and soy milk. If you don't like any of these, I also grabbed some jianbing guozi on the way."
The folks from Hua Country really go all out; even when they open a restaurant in America, they can come up with so many varieties.
"Why did you buy so much? We two can't finish it all."
