President Meng, accompanied by his assistant, approached Gong Yutao, "Mr. Gong, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"I've just arrived." Gong Yutao said with a smile.
For President Meng, this was quite a rare occasion. After all, Mr. Gong was usually someone he could not reach.
Then, turning to Tang Anzhi, his eyes were full of admiration, "This beautiful lady must be ZA Company's Manager Tang. It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect Manager Tang to be so young and beautiful."
He reached out his hand, the gesture was simple.
Tang Anzhi naturally reached out and shook his hand briefly before letting go, with a faint smile, "Hello, President Meng." Her expression was somewhat aloof, yet perfectly appropriate, neither too distant to be inaccessible, nor too meek to be looked down upon.
Gong Yutao sat to one side, one leg propped up, looking a bit like a wealthy playboy, "President Meng, knowing you're a busy man, let's go straight to the point to save your time."
