Chapter 1110 A Simple Countryman
The vice president had a serious face and said, "It might be difficult to work with someone who is not punctual." He looked at Mr. Wang and said, "President, what do you think?"
Mr. Wang had been sitting quietly in his chair, and he was not as angry as the vice president. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Don't worry, isn't it ten o'clock yet?"
The vice president twitched his lips and said, "If you were really sincere, you would have arrived long ago."
You are not of noble status, do you still need to come here?
Just then, the door receptionist walked in with a man who looked to be no more than fifty years old.
The man was not tall. He was wearing a gray Tang suit that was pale and looked old as if it had been washed countless times. He looked ordinary and no different from an ordinary simple farmer in the countryside.
It was exactly ten o'clock when he stepped into the door.
The vice president simply glanced at the other person and then looked away, without any extra glances.
Mr. Wang stood up from his chair and looked at the person who came over with a smile on his face: "Is it Mr. Mi?"
The man paused and nodded politely, "Yes... I'm Mi Wei."
Mr. Wang pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down and talk first."
"Yeah." Mi Wei pulled out a chair slowly and placed the long pipe he carried with him on the table.
The pipe is made of bamboo and shows signs of wear and tear over the years.
The assistant next to him poured Mi Wei a cup of tea, then walked back and stood beside Mr. Wang.
Mi Wei tapped his fingers on the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, without taking the initiative to speak. Facing such respected and imposing people like Mr. Wang and the vice president, he did not seem to be afraid at all.
It was as if I was just facing two ordinary people.
Very calm.
Mr. Wang was a little surprised, but then he thought that the simple farmers living in the countryside did not have such a materialistic mindset, so naturally there was no concept of class distinction.
After clearing his throat, Mr. Wang spoke first, "Can Mr. Mi really cultivate the secret orchid?"
After these words were spoken, the vice president next to him finally raised his head and looked at Mi Wei.
"Okay." Mi Wei responded softly.
His voice sounded a little hoarse, probably from smoking dry tobacco frequently, 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 Mi Wei still coughing, he felt that the air was full of bacteria. He could no longer hold back, so the vice president stood up and said to Mr. Wang, "President, I remember that there are still some things that I haven't dealt with. Please take care of the medicine garden."
He didn't even want to hear about Mi Lan.
Mr. Wang glanced at him and naturally noticed his actions. He nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead."
The vice president nodded slightly, then walked out of the reception room quickly, as if he couldn't stand it even for another second.
Elder Wang shook his head slightly, looked at Mi Wei who had stopped coughing, thought for a moment, and whispered to the assistant beside him, "Go get some throat medicine now."
The assistant immediately understood what was going on. He looked at Mi Wei and nodded, "Okay."
After the assistant left, Mr. Wang personally poured a cup of tea for Mi Wei, "It's not good to smoke too much local dry tobacco."
Mi Wei thanked him and didn't care that the vice president left. He picked up the tea and moistened his throat before speaking: "This is the only thing I like."
Mr. Wang smiled and said, "By the way, where is Mr. Mi from? Judging from his accent, it doesn't sound like someone from the north."
(End of this chapter)
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