"Minghui, come to my office for a moment."
Han Lie dialed the company's internal line, directly reaching Jin Minghui's desk.
"Alright, President Han, I'll be over right away!"
Upon receiving the notification, Jin Minghui set aside his work, feeling a combination of confusion and excitement, and headed straight to the president's office.
Seeing Yue Xiu in the outer office, he nodded politely: "Secretary Yue."
Opening another door, he smiled warmly at Liang Wu: "Assistant Liang, busy? President Han asked me to come over."
Liang Wu nodded sternly, handling the matter professionally, and got up to knock on the last door.
"President Han, Manager Jin is here."
"Please let him in."
Han Lie only looked up when Jin Minghui approached the desk, a slight smile on his face.
"Minghui, have a seat."
Though Jin Minghui was a full six years older than Han Lie, he dared not be negligent, greeting him politely before sitting upright and proper at the desk.
Management is an art.
