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Hearing this voice, it was quite familiar; Ling Zhenfei turned his head to look, only to furrow his brows involuntarily.
It turned out, a slow-stopping Audi A4 at the roadside with its door opening revealed a portly middle-aged man and a young woman stepping out.
The one who spoke was in his forties, dressed in a suit and shoes, his hair slicked back without a strand out of place, and wearing gold-framed glasses on his nose, exuding a visage of utter hypocrisy.
This man was none other than the department manager of the company where Ling Zhenfei used to work, Fan Tong!
Fan Tong, true to his name, was like a human-shaped straw bag—a big, useless blob.
This fellow didn't have a shred of talent; his greatest feature was his ability to suck up to superiors. Somehow, he had gained the company owner's favor and was made a manager.
Up above, he would flatter and fawn; below him, he threw his weight around with great pomp.
