Chen Nan flicked the ash from his cigarette, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the sofa comfortably, chuckling, "Director, don't look at me with such a fierce expression. I'm quite scared, you know."
Zhang Wenlong clenched his fists, "What are you after?"
"Don't put it that way, what could I possibly be after? I just want to be friends with Director Zhang, that's all." Chen Nan patted the sofa next to him, "Come, come, Director, take a seat, let's have a good talk."
Zhang Wenlong's face changed repeatedly as he forced a smile and sat down on the sofa.
Although he was extremely reluctant, with the evidence of his bribery firmly in Chen Nan's hands, Zhang Wenlong had no choice but to soften, smiling, "May I know how to address this brother?"
"You can call me Grandpa Ni," Chen Nan said blandly.
My grandpa?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenlong's face immediately turned sour, but he couldn't lose his temper and could only force a laugh, "Brother, you really have a sense of humor."
