"Ah, Teacher, you're embarrassing me! What did a financial trading manager like me amount to in front of you? Even overseas, I often saw the articles you published over the years! I'll always be your student."
When Zhang Chaoxian introduced Zhang Qiyan, he had a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his words carried a deeper meaning.
Yet Zhang Chaoxian seemed not to catch it at all. Still beaming, he flattered Zhang Qiyan and casually corrected the "financial trader" Zhang Qiyan had introduced him as into "financial trading manager."
That made Shang Ruilin, Diao Wenyao, and the others unable to suppress their laughter.
Come to think of it, Zhang Chaoxian had still been a student when he went abroad, and his eyes had probably still been full of that crystal-clear stupidity.
Then the environment in the Lighthouse, so completely different from China, had forced Zhang Chaoxian to desperately display himself. So after all these years, his understanding of the word "humility" had probably remained stuck in his immature student days.
At that moment, Teacher Lu, his wife, spoke coldly. "All right. What are you all standing here talking about in this freezing weather? Hurry up, get in the cars, and go home!"
"Yes, yes, Teacher, ride in my car. It's fast and steady."
It had to be said that Zhang Chaoxian reacted quickly. He reached out at once, intending to pull Zhang Qiyan into his Mercedes-Benz car.
"The office sent a car to pick me up, so I won't ride in your nice car."
Zhang Qiyan waved his hand and walked toward the Audi. His secretary had already opened the door and was ready to help him in.
Zhang Chaoxian was instantly embarrassed.
He had gone to great lengths to specially bring over a luxury car, only to