Zheng Longyun took a puff of his cigarette, the strong nicotine slid down his throat, making him frown and cough immediately.
"If you're not used to smoking, don't force yourself," Lin Fan said casually.
"If Mr. Lin can endure it, I believe I can too," Zheng Longyun said determinedly, taking several more puffs.
But his face was clearly looking more and more uncomfortable!
Lin Fan didn't mind, since it wasn't him who was uncomfortable, so he asked, "Mr. Zheng, let's be straightforward, what brings you to me?"
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I just want to know how much President Su pays Mr. Lin annually?" Zheng Longyun asked with a smile.
"You want to poach me?" Lin Fan was somewhat surprised.
"Yes! Mr. Lin's skills have earned my admiration, and Mr. Lin is working as a bodyguard to make money, so naturally, you'll choose where the salary is higher. How about I offer double?" Zheng Longyun smiled.
