Not long after Han Luyi returned to his office, someone knocked on the door.
"Boss Han."
It was Zhang Biao's voice.
After the move, not only was the office itself bigger, but there was also a separate secretaries' room outside. Liu Yu and Zhang Biao had both been assigned desks there.
But lately, Han Luyi had kept sending Liu Yu and Zhang Biao, originally his secretary and assistant, all over the country on assignments.
That was partly because the company was growing too fast, and there were too few people he could readily rely on.
Zhang Biao had only been back in Haicheng for a few days this time, and Han Luyi was already about to send him on another business trip.
"Biao, have a seat." Han Luyi picked up a document and walked from his desk toward the seating area, then suddenly stopped as he passed the coffee machine on the cabinet beside him.
"Do you know how to use a coffee machine?" Han Luyi suddenly asked.
Zhang Biao, who was also heading toward the seating area, turned back with a blank look on his face.
Han Luyi understood what that look meant: Am I supposed to? He answered him silently: No, you don't have to.
The two of them tacitly continued toward the sofa, and Zhang Biao, who did not know how to use the coffee machine, poured his boss a glass of water.
Once they sat down, Han Luyi asked, "I didn't expect your trip to Zhangjiakou to last this long. You did a good job. How do you feel about it?"
The corners of Zhang Biao's mouth moved, revealing a faint smile. "Boss Han, I feel pretty good. I've grown a lot. All the years since I left the military put together didn't teach me as