"Okay, I'll speak to Fan Hong. He should contact you later to arrange a meeting time," Elder Feng said solemnly, privately breathing a sigh of relief.
If Ge Dongxu really wanted to refuse, with Elder Feng's authority he could have suppressed the matter, but doing so would have been of no benefit to Ge Dongxu.
After sighing in relief, Elder Feng remembered Dongxu's rather helpless reply and couldn't help shaking his head with a mix of laughter and tears.
Just eighteen years old and already holding a nominal position equivalent to that of a deputy minister, something countless people could never achieve in their lifetime of striving in the officialdom, and there his junior brother was, obtaining it so easily, yet unwilling.
If others knew about it, they would be frustrated enough to cough up blood.
Soon, Elder Feng put away his smile tinged with helplessness and his expression became somewhat stern as he called out, "Come in."
