The vice president had a serious face, "It may be difficult for people who are not punctual to cooperate." He looked at Mr. Wang again and said, "President, what do you think?"
Mr. Wang was sitting silently on the chair, and he was not as angry as the vice president. He picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Don't worry, it's not ten o'clock yet?"
The corner of the vice president's lips twitched, "If you were sincere, you would have arrived long ago."
It's not that you have a high status, do you still have to step on it
At this moment, the receptionist at the door walked in with a man who looked to be in his fifties at most.
The man was not tall, and he was wearing a gray Tang suit, which was white and as old as if it had been washed countless times. He was ordinary, no different from ordinary peasants in the countryside.
It was just ten o'clock when he stepped through the door.
The vice president just glanced at the other party lightly and then looked away, without any extra eyes.
Mr. Wang stood up from his chair, looked at the person coming, and smiled: "Is it Mr. Mi?"
The man paused, nodded politely, "Yes... I'm Mi Wei."
Wang Lao pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down and talk first."
"En." Mi Wei pulled out the chair without haste, and he put the long cigarette stick he carried with him on the table.
The tobacco rod made of bamboo shows the wear and tear of the years.
The assistant next to him poured a cup of tea for Mi Wei, and then walked back to stand next to Mr. Wang.
Mi Wei tapped his finger on the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, but didn't take the initiative to speak. He didn't seem to be a little bit afraid of people like Mr. Wang and the vice-chairman who were highly respected and imposing.
It was as if they were just facing two ordinary people.
Very calm.
Mr. Wang was slightly surprised, but after thinking about it, simple farmers living in the countryside don't have the heart of a philistine, so naturally there is no concept of a ladder.
After clearing his voice, Mr. Wang spoke first, "Can Mr. Mi really breed Milan?"
After saying this, the vice president next to him finally raised his head and looked at Mi Wei.
"Yes." Mi Wei responded lightly.
His throat sounded a little hoarse probably because he often smoked dry tobacco, and he coughed a few times in succession.
The vice president frowned. He was always very particular, so he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his nose.
Seeing that Mi Wei was still coughing, he felt that the air was full of bacteria, and couldn't bear it any longer. The vice president stood up and said to Wang Lao: "President, I remembered that there are still some things that have not been dealt with. You need to worry more about the garden."
He didn't even want to hear about Miran.
Mr. Wang glanced at him, and naturally noticed his movements. He nodded, "Okay, you can go."
The vice president nodded slightly, then walked out of the reception room quickly, as if he couldn't bear it for another second.
Mr. Wang shook his head slightly, looked at Mi Wei who was no longer coughing, thought for a while, and then whispered to the assistant beside him: "Now go get some medicine to moisten your throat."
When the assistant heard the words, he immediately understood. He looked at Mi Wei, nodded quickly and said, "Okay."
After the assistant left, Mr. Wang personally added a cup of tea for Mi Wei, "It's not good to smoke too much Tuhanyan."
Mi Wei thanked him, and didn't mind the vice president's departure. He picked up the tea, moistened his throat, and said, "That's all."
Wang Lao smiled, "By the way, where is Mr. Mi from? The accent should not be like that of the north."
(end of this chapter)