Upon hearing this, Director Zhao's face slightly changed, but he still maintained a smile and said, "I didn't quite understand what President Lu just said."
Lu Jingchen looked at the face before him, already lined with wrinkles, retracted his hand into his pocket, and stood tall. He watched the man in front of him with an indifferent tone and said, "Does Director Zhao really need me to spell it out?"
As expected, once these words were out, Director Zhao, who had maintained some composure, instantly changed his facial expression.
There were also a few people around who were good at reading the room, and after exchanging glances, felt that the atmosphere was somewhat off. The volume of the music in the private room had been deliberately lowered when Lu Jingchen entered, so it wasn't noisy.
But Lu Jingchen and Director Zhao weren't speaking loudly either, so the people around couldn't hear exactly what they were saying—only a rough idea.
