The office, the winter sun outside gradually slanting westward, Zhang Guoqing glanced at his watch in surprise, thinking it might be broken. He looked at the time again, knocking on the hour hand in disbelief.
Isn't it time to get off work?
Helplessly, he sighed secretly, got up to pour himself a cup of tea, estimating that after drinking this big cup and going to the bathroom, the time would be about right.
Once he despised this kind of working state too, but now he's really bored out of his mind. If there weren't those endless meetings, it would really be no different from early retirement.
The phone on the desk rang, and the piercing sound could probably scare the timid like a haunting reminder.
Zhang Guoqing, holding the cup in one hand, picked up the receiver with the other. Before he could speak, Wan Dayong's voice came through.
