The direct consequence of this rather straightforward phone call was that Ethan Gu saw Gu Xinjun's secretary Zhang Haosheng in his living room just after he got off work on the same day.
The forty-something secretary was sitting face to face with Blake, who was smoking a cigarette. Half of the living room was filled with wisps of white smoke. A Qing Dynasty romance drama was playing on the wall-mounted TV. A eunuch with pigtails was kneeling in front of the Concub!nes, saying something flattering.
He didn't feel anything when he entered the room, but when he reached the coffee table, he was a little overwhelmed by the strong smell of cigarettes. He glanced around and first noticed the ashtray full of cigarette B*tts, then saw the lonely teacup and teapot in front of Zhang Haosheng - this is really interesting, Blake is not even willing to make a cup of tea properly? He just threw a teacup and teapot over. Zhang Haosheng has been the first secretary of the provincial party committee for the past six months, so he is willing to do it himself, which is weird.
Ethan Gu was amused in his heart, but his face showed no sign of surprise. He just politely extended his hand to Zhang Haosheng and said, "Why didn't you call me when Secretary Zhang came? If I had known you would come today, I would have come back earlier."
Before Zhang Haosheng could say anything, Blake, who was standing beside him, smiled nonchalantly while biting his cigarette: "What's the big deal? We are friends, and I am entertaining you, right? Secretary Zhang won't mind, right?"
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