"Please wait a moment, our manager is in the office; I'll go call our manager over."
After the receptionist had seated Lu Tianxing and Lin Qianru in the adjacent reception room, she turned and left the room.
"President Lin, are you sure this is a company on the brink of bankruptcy?"
Lu Tianxing finally voiced the doubt in his heart.
"Exactly, is there a problem?"
"Then we might be in for some trouble," Lu Tianxing casually lit a cigarette and said languidly.
Lin Qianru frowned, "What do you mean?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Lu Tianxing didn't say anything more, instead taking an interested look at the decor around him.
Soon, the door to the reception hall was pushed open, and a potbellied middle-aged man in his forties entered. Upon seeing Lin Qianru, his face immediately lit up with a bright smile, and he hurried over, "President Lin, welcome, my apologies for not greeting you further away. I hope you won't take offense."
