On the way to the airport.
A seven-seater off-road vehicle was speeding on the road.
The middle-aged man driving the car has a strong build, a slightly aged face, and calmness and wisdom in his eyes. He also has Bluetooth headphones in his ears. The headphones are flashing and he is talking to someone.
"It's Mr. Su."
"Don't worry, we are already on the way to pick you up. We will ensure that you are picked up safely."
"Well, I have prepared a reception banquet. It is in the private room of Yayunxuan. People have already passed by. I am just waiting to receive them for dinner."
"Okay, don't worry."
The young man sitting next to him saw him communicating maturely and steadily with the person on the other end of the phone. He hung up the phone again, took out the Bluetooth headset plugged in his ear and placed it on the shelf.
"How many people have passed by Yayunxuan?"
"Well, Dr. Zhao Qiming went and brought his students with him."
Luo Ming waited for the next step while driving.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the voice next to him. At the traffic light in front of him, he braked and stopped, tilted his head, and said in surprise: "No more?"
Lin Xinxiao looked at him a little awkwardly: "...Other doctors said they didn't have time to come, and others said it depends on the situation. If they have time, they will go. If they don't have time, they may not be able to go."
Luo Ming raised his hand and slapped the steering wheel hard, and said with great displeasure: "What do they mean? Don't give Mr. Su face?"
Lin Xinxiao explained in a low voice for the others: "...The results of the recent few tests have not been very good. Everyone is under a lot of mental and physical pressure, and they are not in a good mood."
"Didn't Mr. Su call for the firefighters?" Luo Minggao raised his eyebrows. Lin Xinxiao opened his mouth at a loss, took a deep breath, and said truthfully: "Captain Luo, the people in the think tank are all talented people who have been trained since childhood. How can we believe that others can handle things that we can't handle. And the 'fireman' that Mr. Su was talking about seems to be the top scorer in the provincial college entrance examination... Zheng Shihan in our team was also selected through the college entrance examination. Do you think she is great?"
Lin Xinxiao realized that she had gone too far, and explained for herself: "I don't mean to look down on her."
"Zheng Shihan also performed very well after entering the think tank. I mean...her excellence is within the scope of the think tank. She is not top-notch in the think tank, she can only be regarded as average. In this way, she is still outstanding A rare person selected from so many college entrance examination top scorers across the country.”
"So Dr. Lin and the others are not saying they are dissatisfied with Mr. Su or don't give Mr. Su face. They privately think that the people Mr. Su has hired are of no use."
"It's not unusual to be the top scorer in the college entrance examination. Being a firefighter in a think tank is a bit exaggerated." Lin Xinxiao calmed down after speaking.
Instead, Luo Ming fell into deep thought.
The waiting green light came on.
He stepped on the accelerator and drove again. After driving for a while, he said calmly: "Even if they don't believe that this person is useful, Mr. Su should at least let everyone take care of him. Isn't it a bit too much for them not to come to eat?"
Lin Xinxiao argued disapprovingly: "Everyone is busy."
The implication is that since the new top scorer in the college entrance examination is mediocre, why do they, the members of the think tank, put down their work and go out for a meal...
To put it bluntly, everyone has no objection to having such a top scorer in the college entrance examination come to 'guide' their work, it will give them face.
Everyone thinks...just forget about eating.
Luo Ming was not an idiot and immediately understood what he meant, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. (End of chapter)