I walked into the conference room uneasily. The leaders in the conference room were all dressed in high-grade suits and shoes. When I saw this disheveled, smelly and sweaty fellow come in, I looked at me strangely. Wang Jin signaled me to sit on the bottom stool. I went to the bottom stool and sat down. Next to it was Modi, who covered his nose. As if I had a plague on me, I leaned over there.

Then he looked at me with a jealous look, Modify, you think you want to hit me? Lao Tzu has long wanted to hit you!

A climacteric aunt-level leader next to me scorned...