The program after the reception had ended. Smiling and saying his goodbyes, Zheng Mengjun saw Contiguglia's group off. The man, who had appeared drunk just moments before, was suddenly perfectly sober.
"Was the item delivered?"
Zheng Mengjun turned to ask his assistant.
Assistant Jin nodded. "He didn't keep the female celebrity, but he took the gift."
"Good enough."
Zheng Mengjun smiled, satisfied.
Assistant Jin hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Chairman Zheng, why did we choose this Dr. Chen instead of Mr. Contiguglia?"
"You idiot," Zheng Mengjun snapped. "Didn't you read the background report?"
Assistant Jin immediately stood at attention, putting on an expression of someone eager to be taught. Internally, however, he couldn't help but scoff, 'If I don't ask a question like this, how am I supposed to make you look smart?'
