This sentence startled everyone present, and their eyes moved back and forth between Lu Zhiye and Feng Zhiqiang.
Wen Sihe knew Lu Zhiye's purpose, and she held his arm with a little force, smiled and said, "Then you have the wrong person, Comrade Feng Zhiqiang is my predecessor.
The negotiations with the major state-owned factories this time were handled by the two of us."
Lu Zhiye's eyes widened in surprise, and then a hint of apology flashed across his face: "Comrade Feng, I'm so sorry, I saw you wiping your hands just now, and you didn't take others seriously at all. I thought you were a newcomer and didn't teach you the rules.
That’s why I said this, if I knew you were my senior, I…”
Lu Zhiye didn't finish the rest of the words, but they were enough to make Feng Zhiqiang blush.
The colleague next to him quickly tried to smooth things over: "Comrade Feng has some mysophobia, I hope Comrade Lu will be more tolerant.
Although there aren't a lot of people at Jinjude, it's dinner time so there are probably a lot of people there. Let's go quickly so we can get a quiet seat."
“Yes, yes, I wonder how Comrade Lu got here?
We all rode bicycles..."
Lu Zhiye pointed to a small car at the entrance of the alley not far away and said, "I came here by car. If you don't mind, you can take my car.
But this car can only seat five people, and it seems like we have one extra person.
Comrade Feng, you have a mysophobia. It's so hot and we're all sweating. It's not good for you to squeeze in with us. Why don't you just ride a bicycle? It's cooler."
Feng Zhiqiang's chest rose and fell violently. How long had it been since he was this angry? Good, it was really good!
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