In the CEO's office.
Wang Dajun stood behind the desk with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze stern and indifferent, his entire demeanor like a standard weapon, exuding steadiness and capability.
Early this morning, President Ouyang called him to the office, mentioning a newly recruited security guard personally hired by the president.
Wang Dajun was eager to see what kind of person could be personally recruited by President Ouyang.
He trusted President Ouyang's judgment; anyone personally chosen by the president was certainly no ordinary individual.
He looked forward to the new security guard being an elite like himself, at least making the life of a security guard here less dull.
Lin Hai, still habitually not knocking, pushed the door open and entered, instantly feeling a sharp gaze piercing towards him, almost tangible.
