Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The vice-chairman had a serious face, "Those who are not punctual may have difficulty cooperating." He looked at Mr. Wang again and said, "President, what do you think?"

Wang Lao has been sitting in the chair, and he is not as angry as the vice president. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Don't worry, isn't it ten o'clock?"

The corners of the vice president's lips twitched, "If you were sincere, you would have arrived a long time ago."

It's not a noble status, do you still want to step on it?

At this moment, the receptionist at the door walked in with a man who looked at most in his fifties.

The man was not tall, he was wearing a gray Tang suit, white and old, as if he had been washed countless times.

It was exactly ten o'clock when he stepped in the door.

The vice president just glanced at the other party lightly and withdrew his gaze, without any extra eyes.

Mr. Wang stood up from the chair, looked at the person who was coming, and said with a smile, "Is that Mr. Mi?"

The man paused and nodded politely, "Yes... I'm Mi Wei."

Mr. Wang pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down and talk first."

"Yeah." Mi Wei unhurriedly pulled out the chair and put the long cigarette rod he carried with him on the table.

The cigarette rods made of bamboo show signs of wear and tear over the years.

The assistant next to him poured a cup of tea for Mi Wei, then walked back to Mr. Wang and stood beside him.

Mi Wei lightly tapped his finger on the table, picked up the teacup and took a slow sip, but did not take the initiative to speak. Facing respected and imposing people like Mr. Wang and the vice president, he didn't seem to be at all afraid.

It was like facing two ordinary people.

Very calm.

Wang Lao was slightly surprised, but then he thought about it, the simple farmers living in the countryside did not have the heart of a philistine, and naturally there was no concept of ladders.

After clearing his voice, Wang Lao took the lead in speaking, "Mr. Mi can really cultivate a secret orchid?"

After these words fell, the vice president next to him finally raised his head and looked at Mi Wei.

"Okay." Mi Wei replied softly.

His throat was probably a little hoarse because he often smoked dry cigarettes, and he coughed a few times.

The vice president frowned. He has always been very particular, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block his nose.

Seeing that Mi Wei was still coughing, and only felt that the air was full of bacteria, he couldn't bear it any longer. The vice president stood up and said to Mr. Wang, "President, I remember that there are still some things that have not been dealt with. You have to worry more about the garden."

He didn't even want to hear about Milan.

Wang Lao glanced at him, and naturally noticed his movements, he nodded, "Okay, you can go."

The vice president nodded slightly, and then walked out of the reception room quickly, as if he couldn't bear it for another second.

Old Wang shook his head slightly, looked at Mi Wei, who was no longer coughing, and after thinking for a while, he whispered to the assistant beside him, "Go get some throat medicine now."

Hearing the words, the assistant immediately understood, he looked at Mi Wei, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

After the assistant left, Mr. Wang personally added a cup of tea for Mi Wei, "It's not good to smoke too much cigarettes."

Mi Wei thanked him and didn't care that the vice-chairman left. He picked up the tea and moistened his throat before saying, "That's fine."

Mr. Wang smiled, "By the way, where is Mr. Mi from? The accent shouldn't be like the one from the north."