Fan Sheng drained his glass of water in one gulp, his eyes still full of anger.
"You saw the election criteria that chicken set. None of my technical experts meet the requirements. What kind of competition is this? It's clearly about who gives the biggest gifts."
Chen Bin cleared his throat and couldn't help but remind him.
"Fan Tai, without evidence, you shouldn't say such things."
"I really don't have evidence, but I can guarantee you, if that chicken isn't using this opportunity to make money, I'll be damned if I won't kneel in front of the company to apologize to her!"
"In both life and work, we encounter many difficulties. We have to find ways to solve these problems. Just venting won't resolve actual issues."
Fan Sheng forcefully crumpled the paper cup in his hand, frowning but remaining silent.
Chen Bin tentatively asked, "Is there some conflict between you and Lan Tai?"
"Do you think that's even possible?"
"So, what's the story?"
