"Ye, I am from the International Trade Company..."
"Ye, I am..."
Suddenly, a whole crowd pushed their way in, each handing their card to Ye Chen, just like people handing out flyers on the street, or fans meeting a celebrity, eager for a photo and autograph, hustling and bustling. Zhang Bufan was immediately pushed out by the crowd. His face was a mix of emotions; he gritted his teeth, holding his phone, and swiftly walked out.
Ye Chen was surrounded by everyone and regretted inwardly, damn it, looks like I've told a lie that's gotten too big and now I'm in trouble.
Mr. Dian saw how clever Ye Chen was, although he lied, this young man had a thick skin, his face didn't even turn red or his heart skip when lying. Definitely a talent. He nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, the lights in the hall dimmed.
