"You..."
Director Pi was a serious smoker and drinker. He had deliberately refused to accept Fang Jieru's cigarettes earlier because he wanted to cut down on Liang Fei and Fang Jieru's arrogance.
However, far from putting on the airs he intended, he found himself easily manipulated by Liang Fei. At this moment, Director Pi's inner world was clearly one of collapse and rage. Glaring at Liang Fei, he wanted to scold him but found himself at a loss for words.
Liang Fei blew a smoke ring, his face indifferent as he coldly swept his gaze over to Director Pi and sneered, "Director Pi, name your price, how much will it take for you to arrange a job transfer for my girlfriend?"
At those words, Director Pi's face immediately changed. Although he was avaricious and firmly believed in the principle of getting rich through promotions, there was a catch. He couldn't be openly greedy; if he were, wouldn't his official robes have been stripped from him long ago?
