"Boss."

Wuying leaned close to Ji Bu's ear and whispered: "This guy is very dishonest when he rushes to the street."

After Ji Bu accepted Guilixiong's place, he didn't make any big moves, and he didn't even go to the place, so Afa gradually didn't take Ji Bu seriously.

Who would want to be managed by a no-show Newstalker and have to report to him every month?

"There's nothing we can do."

Afa glanced at the many talkers sitting in the conference room, spread his hands, and returned as he should:

"There's a traffic jam on the road, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Traffic jam?"

Ji Bu took out a cigarette. Wuying immediately lit a lighter and came over to help him light the cigarette: "What car are you in?"

"What car?"

Afa glanced at Ji Bu suspiciously: "Mazhida."

"Ma Zhida?"

Ji Bu chuckled, glanced at the whisperers sitting around him, and said in a disdainful tone:

"We all ride in Benz and Rolls Royce. You ride in Mazda. No wonder you are stuck in traffic."

There was a pause.

He added again: "You are so fast, you are not qualified to participate in this meeting."

"Hahaha"

immediately.

Many of the whisperers burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!