Chapter 1110: A simple countryman

The vice president made a serious face, "For those who are not punctual, it might be a little difficult to cooperate." He looked at Mr. Wang again and said, "President, what do you think?"
Lao Wang has been sitting in his chair, not as angry as the vice chairman. He picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Don't worry, it's not ten o'clock yet?"
The vice president's lips twitched, "If you want to be sincere, it's already here."
It's not a distinguished status, should I step on it?
At this moment, the receptionist at the door brought in a man who looked at most fifty years old.
The man was not tall and wore a gray Tang suit. It was white and old as if he had been washed countless times. The whole person was ordinary, no different from an ordinary peasant in the countryside.
It was just ten o'clock when he entered the door.
The vice president just glanced at the other party faintly and then withdrew his gaze, without any extra eyes.
Mr. Wang stood up from the chair, and smiled at the person who came to him: "Is it Mr. Mi?"
The man paused and nodded politely, "Yes...I am Mi Wei."
Old Wang pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down and talk first."
"Yeah." Mi Wei unhurriedly pulled the chair away, and put the long cigarette stick he carried on the table.
Tobacco rods made of bamboo show signs of wear and tear over the years.
The assistant next to him poured a cup of tea for Mi Wei, then walked back to Wang Lao and stood beside him.
Mi Wei tapped his finger on the table, took a sip of the teacup slowly, and didn't take the initiative to speak. Facing people like Wang Lao and the vice-chairman who are highly respected and powerful, he didn't seem to be afraid.
It's like facing two ordinary people.
Very calm.
Lao Wang was slightly surprised, but after thinking about it, the simple peasants living in the countryside did not have that kind of marketability, and naturally there was no concept of steps.
After clearing his voice, Mr. Wang spoke first, "Mr. Mi can really cultivate Mirlan?"
When this word fell, the vice president next to him finally raised his head and looked at Mi Wei.
"Yes." Mi Wei responded softly.
His throat is probably due to frequent dry cigarettes, which sounds a bit hoarse, and he coughed several times.
The vice president frowned. He has always been very particular, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block his nose.
Seeing that Mi Wei was still coughing, he only felt that all the bacteria floating in the air could not help anymore. The vice chairman stood up and said to Mr. Wang: "Chairman, I remember that there are still some things that have not been dealt with. You have to worry about the garden."
He didn't even want to hear about Milan.
Old Wang glanced at him, and he naturally noticed his movements. He nodded, "Okay, you go."
The vice chairman nodded slightly, and then walked out of the reception room quickly, as if he couldn't bear it for a second.
Old Wang shook his head slightly, looked at Mi Wei who hadn't coughed anymore, and after thinking about it, he whispered to the assistant beside him: "Now go get some medicine to moisturize your throat."
When the assistant heard the words, he immediately understood. He looked at Mi Wei, then hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay."
After the assistant left, Wang Lao personally added a cup of tea for Mi Wei, "It's not very good to smoke too much."
Mi Wei thanked him, not caring about the departure of the vice chairman. He took up his tea and moistened his throat before speaking, "It's just a bite."
Old Wang smiled, "By the way, where is Mr. Mi from? The accent shouldn't be like that from the north."