At noon, twelve o'clock, the staff cafeteria.
Liang Weining was having lunch with a few colleagues from the secretarial office when the director of the trade department came over with his meal tray, smiling and asking if she minded sharing a table.
Those with insight knew, there was something to discuss.
Assistants tactfully found excuses to leave one after another.
Once the crowd had thinned, the director looked at the girl and probed, "What was Mr. Chen's reaction after reading that written report?"
With utmost candor, Liang Weining dashed cold water, "Mr. Chen wasn't at the company this morning and hasn't replied yet, but pardon my frankness, that report isn't what Mr. Chen wanted."
On hearing this, the director was startled, then with semi-belief, laughed, "Secretary Liang feel free to remind Mr. Chen to check it, leave the rest to us, we have our own considerations."
Own considerations? Quite confident.
The rebuttal came so swiftly.
