Greeted the receptionist, the group headed to Zhang He's office.
After a knock on the door, Wang Lu poked her head inside.
Zhang He was not tall, somewhat stout, with slicked-back hair and a round belly, fully embodying the traits of a middle-aged man.
Seeing Wang Lu at the door, Zhang He smiled and waved, while extinguishing the cigarette in his hand.
"Come in."
The group entered one after another, Yue Sijing and Wang Lu sat on the chairs opposite the desk.
"What's up? Is there a problem with yesterday's interview that needs additional recording?"
Zhang He often gave interviews, and understood some of the ropes here.
"The interview content was good, but after my friend went back and showed the rough cut to the leadership, they seemed somewhat dissatisfied."
"What's wrong? What are they dissatisfied with?" Zhang He hadn't realized the crux of the issue.
Wang Lu glanced at Yue Sijing and nudged him with her elbow.
