At noon the next day, Tao Zhiyan stepped outside and found Assistant Wang standing awkwardly by the door.
A flicker appeared above his head, followed by a line of text: [Feng Ze's plant.]
Tao Zhiyan suddenly felt that this cheat of his was making President Feng look a little bad.
Every little surprise President Feng had planned was being spoiled in advance.
When Assistant Wang saw Tao Zhiyan standing there without moving, he instantly grew nervous.
He had never been a plant before and had no idea what he was doing. Afraid Tao Zhiyan would see through him, he said, "Um, good afternoon, Butler Tao..."
Wait, could I still call him a butler?
Assistant Wang paused, then corrected himself. "Mr. Tao, did President Feng tell you?"
"Yes, he did." Tao Zhiyan nodded.
Assistant Wang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately opened the car door. "Then let's have lunch first and discuss the project this afternoon."
Tao Zhiyan nodded. "Sure."
They got into the car, and Assistant Wang entered an address into the navigation system.
Just as he finished, Assistant Wang jolted, suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to ask Tao Zhiyan what he wanted to eat. He hurriedly added, "What would you like to eat, Mr. Tao?"
Tao Zhiyan smiled. "Anything is fine."
Relieved, Assistant Wang entered the wonton shop's address as planned and drove over.
The wonton shop was tiny and rather out of the way, almost outside the city.
Business seemed pretty good, though. When they reached the entrance, they found that nearly every seat was taken.
Despite being busy, the owner came out right away and warmly welcomed Tao Zhiyan inside.
The owner was around Tao Zhiyan's age, perhaps a little older, but only by a few years.
"Here, gentlemen, sit here." The owner wiped down