"Ji Chunming?"
Yang Tianpeng was utterly baffled.
He looked toward Zhao Zhinian.
Zhao Zhinian's eyebrows shot up.
"Him? I didn't expect he would be so eager to see me, coming so quickly. Let him in."
"Yes."
Soon, a middle-aged man with a belly and a somewhat balding head hurried in, his face alight with excitement.
As soon as he entered, he looked toward Zhao Zhinian.
"Mr. Zhao, I finally see you again. Do you remember me? Five years ago, it was your word that got me the seat of deputy director of the supervisory department."
Zhao Zhinian said indifferently,
"A trifle."
"It may be a trifle to you, but to me, that was an enormous deal. You're like a second parent to me."
"I knew you were coming, so I especially prepared a gift for you."
"A gift?"
Zhao Zhinian was startled.
"What gift?"
