When it was time for work in the morning, Xiao Furen tidied himself up and went to report to his superior.
In the director's office, the pudgy-faced, large-eared Director Gong leaned back in his chair. He held the printed report Xiao Furen had submitted, listening to his subordinate's animated explanation. The director's furrowed brow slowly smoothed out.
"Hmm, not bad. Very good, in fact. Little Xiao, you did an excellent job on this." Director Gong piled on the praise, each word more effusive than the last, making it clear just how satisfied he was with Little Xiao's work.
"It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, Director." 'No need for excessive flattery. A single line is enough.'
"Hahaha, I can tell you're a young man with a bright future ahead of him." As expected, Director Gong was exceptionally pleased by the flattery. 'Being called 'Leader' sounds so much more personal and pleasant than 'Director.' Hahaha.'
