"President Lin, there's one more thing I'd like to discuss with you privately."
After he'd covered those two topics and the meal was winding down, Ma Lin lit a cigarette. He took a drag that consumed nearly half of it, then lowered his head and exhaled a long plume of smoke toward the floor before suddenly speaking.
He addressed Lin Chu, but as he spoke, his burning gaze was fixed on Li Ziming.
'What the...?'
His pupils contracted slightly. He keenly realized Ma Lin wanted him to leave.
And something that required him to leave wasn't about work—it was about personnel.
'Ma Lin!'
'You son of a bitch!'
'Trying to pledge allegiance to the new boss by using me as your ticket in!'
Li Ziming quickly racked his brain. What kind of "dirt" had fallen into Ma Lin's hands or come to his attention?
He went over it in his mind. He'd been clean in everything he did, never crossing any lines.
'I don't think there's anything, but... you can never be too sure.'
After all, walls have ears.
