At this moment, a fair-skinned, refined middle-aged man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and jokingly said, "Alright, Old Fan, stop being cryptic. You handle many important tasks every day, don't tell me you came all the way here just to see us old folks for nothing."
He was the minister of the Ministry of Commerce, named Zheng Xingzhi, and he had quite a longstanding relationship with the second-in-command.
Fan Hengyan was unsure of how significant this news was, though, to him, a straightforward man, it seemed important. However, these intellectuals always liked to oppose him.
What if they dismissed it? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for him?
"Speak up!"
Seeing him keep them in suspense, everyone became even more curious.
"Old Fan, I'm swamped here, don't tell me you're here to mock me?"
"What are you saying? A rough person like me wanting to mock an intellectual like you?"
