Zhao's father, upon hearing Deng Yuanqing reveal this matter, showed a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Hey, hey, Little Zhao," Deng Yuanqing said assuredly, "I trust you will make a wise decision. Oh, and remember to bring your investigative materials when you come. I'm quite interested in those things!"
Zhao Bing took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a fierce light. No matter how much Deng Yuanqing troubled him, he could bear it; but making his father kneel was something Zhao Bing could never forgive.
"Forget it, Director Deng, I've already made my choice!" Zhao Bing said in a cold voice.
"Oh? The wise adapt themselves to circumstances, and since you've decided, bring the materials to me before tonight," Deng Yuanqing said indifferently.
Dealing with a destitute student with no background was not a challenge for Administrative Director Deng Yuanqing. A little framing, and wouldn't he comply obediently?
