The two men holding the highest positions in the fire brigade were arguing childishly back and forth like grade school kids all the way to the meeting room.
It wasn't until they reached the door of the meeting room that the two men stopped their bickering.
"Come in!"
The people inside must have heard the noise outside long ago, so they didn't need to knock or report, and were directly allowed in.
Jiang Ye and Old Qin exchanged glances, both somewhat sheepish.
"Go on in."
"Aren't you coming?"
"Of course, I'm coming. I'm just letting you in first."
Heh.
Jiang Ye glanced around, his eyes clearly conveying one word:
"Coward!"
But Old Qin didn't care.
Mr. Xing was not an easy man to get along with. He would avoid him whenever possible, and only face him when there was no other choice.
Jiang Ye pushed open the door and entered:
"Mr. Xing!"
A middle-aged man was sitting at the conference table, engrossed in the documents in his hands.
Hearing the door, he looked up:
