The next day.
Nine in the morning.
Zhao Heng was already in Gao Jun's car, on the way to Hot Spring Villa.
Unexpectedly, the car Gao Jun was driving was a Jeep Wrangler, and this car must cost at least fifty grand.
However, given Gao Jun's income of at least thirty grand a year, driving this car, coupled with the fact that Gao Jun isn't married yet, isn't a problem.
"Teacher, are you really going to be the deputy director of the anesthesia department?"
Unable to hold back his curiosity, Zhao Heng asked Gao Jun.
It must be said, Gao Jun is really good at keeping things under wraps. On the surface, everyone seemed to think Song Siming was a shoo-in for deputy director or something, but people as low-key as Gao Jun are indeed few.
"Why? Did Xu Man Ni tell you?"
Gao Jun didn't deny it, smiling as he spoke.
"Yeah."
Zhao Heng nodded.
"As long as you know."
Gao Jun said casually.
"Teacher, what about Director Song then?"
Zhao Heng couldn't help but ask.
