Tang Zhong ended his phone call and walked right back into the conference room.
At that moment, Wu Xiujun sat there, smugly lifting his head, paying no mind to anyone else in the room.
Zhou Qiang continued to flatter him from the side, "Master Wu, if Madina really picks our work, you owe us a meal!"
"Really?" Wu Xiujun questioned.
Zhou Qiang hurriedly covered his mouth, "Oh, look at me talking nonsense, how could it not be true? Of course, she will definitely choose it."
Only then did Wu Xiujun feel pleased, chuckling, "Your company has paid me a commission, so of course, I'll treat you, don't be hasty."
Meanwhile, Wu Xiaoyu and Xie Qing watched the sycophantic display with disgust.
"Sister Qing, how did you even become the head of your design department?" Wu Xiaoyu asked.
"How would I know…" Xie Qing replied, then looked toward the conference room door, wondering how Tang Zhong was doing.
Suddenly, a snap.
The door opened, and Tang Zhong walked in, all smiles.
