Zheng Ting finished introducing herself, pulled out a chair and sat down, and just kept staring at Song Guanchao.
In the Jiangzhou official circles, there weren't many people who hadn't heard of Song Guanchao.
Zheng Ting wasn't an exception.
She looked at Song Guanchao repeatedly, but just couldn't figure out what was so special about this man.
Song Guanchao thought this woman was a bit strange. He couldn't help but touch his face and ask, "Is there something on my face?"
Zheng Ting shook her head and then asked, "Director Ning said you want to meet with a foreign-invested supermarket, need my help to negotiate?"
Song Guanchao corrected, "It's not a negotiation, just accompany me for a meeting. There might be some questions that you'll need to answer."
Zheng Ting responded with an "Oh," understanding that what was needed was a professional to avoid the embarrassment of being unable to answer questions.
"When's the meeting?"
