"Being a deputy has such great prospects?"
Tang Li thought of another deputy he had clashed with before, Captain Jiang Ke, a close confidant of the "Southern Great Wall." Recently, Deputy Jiang's work had been rather passive.
This was a topic Wang Peilie enjoyed, and he immediately laughed again. "You'd have to rise to the point of 'I'll take care of your wife and children' first."
Lang Jin coughed. "Wu Vice... I mean, Wu Executive is one of the Twelve Great Districts' recognized powerhouses."
After thinking about it, he added, "He already was twenty years ago."
Wang Peilie's eyes widened. "Wasn't it because of that widow's high-level clearance..."
Under Lang Jin's sharp glare, Wang Peilie finally realized something was wrong.
He had a big mouth, but he was not stupid.
Back in East 725 District, when they had been hostile toward Wu Executive's side, discussing such things had naturally been no problem. Some of it had even been encouraged. But now they were at someone else's home turf, and in a public place at that. Bringing this matter up was indeed a little too high-profile.
Wang Peilie swept his gaze over the unfamiliar faces in the elevator car and finally shut his mouth.
Just then, the elevator reached the first floor and opened with a ding.
Where should they go next that would be relatively quiet and safe...
As Lang Jin pondered this, he suddenly heard Tang Li cough. He immediately reacted. "Director."
"That person."
At Tang Li's signal, Lang Jin turned to look. It was someone who had shared the elevator with them just now. The man had reached the lobby reception desk, said something, and was then directed to the nearby lobby manager's station.
For a moment, Lang Jin did not understand what Tang Li meant and turned