Director Zhang's face underwent several changes, but finally, he weighed the options on the scale in his heart.
"Old Chang, if you have an idea, just do it yourself." Director Zhang's tone was blunt, "I just need to sign off."
He gave a cold snort and stormed out the door.
Bam!
It was the sound of the office door being slammed shut.
At the same time, it signified a change in the person controlling the situation.
Nan Zhubin looked around at everyone in the meeting room and smiled, "Then let's start working—Director Chang?"
Chang Ming nodded, "Let's begin."
"Senior Brother?"
Chonghui gestured, indicating that he would still play a supportive role this time and let Nan Zhubin do the talking.
"Coach Wang?"
The female coach, who was coaxed back, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not daring to meet the expression of Vice Principal Ma.
She watched as Nan Zhubin took out a form and, trying to stay calm, sat down and said, "What would you like to know, teacher?"
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