As the old saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

This is for people with average, good or very good memory.

For a genius like Jiang Tang who can recite the Xinhua Dictionary backwards at will, this old saying seems a bit redundant.

Lu Aiguo reacted, looked at the closed office door, and sighed deeply.

"I'm happy for her, but also sad for our factory!"

It’s a pity that we couldn’t retain such talents. What a pity.

Qin Guosheng glanced at his old friend and snorted unhappily, "Although our factory has lost a talented person, we have provided a talented person to the country. You should feel honored."

As a master, he is more open-minded than his leader Lu Aiguo, which makes Lu Aiguo feel a little ashamed.

"That's right."

"I have to learn from you."

"No, I only accept Xiao Jiang as my apprentice. I can't afford you."

Qin Guosheng deliberately misinterpreted Lu Aiguo's meaning.

Lu Aiguo twitched the corner of his mouth. "Old Qin, I noticed you seem to have become a little naughty. Why are you becoming more childish as you get older?"

"You still want to take me as your apprentice, so let me ask you, if I call you Master, do you dare to agree?"

Qin Guosheng didn't let him. "It's not a question of whether I dare or not. It's that I don't even like you as my disciple."

Lu Aiguo hissed. "Old Qin, you're going too far! I'm a factory manager after all. How dare you look down on me even though I'm your apprentice?"

"What do you like about me? Because you're old and slow?"