Du Heng suddenly turned his head and looked coldly at Director Qian. "Young man, young man, young man! Did I eat your family's bread or something, for you to be so fixated on me? I'm here to agree with the seniors. *I* am not capable. So, *you* do it. If you're so skilled, come on, *you* take a look." As he spoke, he even stepped back, gesturing with both hands for Director Qian to come forward.
For a moment, the entire room was silent. No one had expected Du Heng's reaction to be so strong. This time, it wasn't just a matter of disrespect; it was a direct slap across the face.
But unexpectedly, when Director Qian saw Du Heng's strong reaction, he didn't get angry or flustered. "What's wrong, young man? Humiliated and enraged? Can't I even talk about you?"
