Wang Jianshu was momentarily at a loss for words, his face suddenly changing,
as if he had swallowed something unspeakably humiliating.
In the world of business rivalry,
polite words are often used as convenient lubricants,
usually accepted with a smile, without further thought.
In the past, every instance was brushed off lightly and breezily.
However, this time, Lin Zhenhai's reaction took everyone by surprise,
as if he took each word seriously.
"Without seeing Brother Lin, I've lost my appetite and can't sleep well. Look, I've even lost weight."
He said this while revealing his emaciated arm, as if he had truly suffered greatly.
Lin Zhenhai heard this and smiled slightly, with a hint of mockery:
"Indeed, you've lost some weight. I've always wanted to slim down a few pounds, but couldn't find the right way.
Now I think about it, Chairman Wang's method is excellent. Why don't you go back, and I'll ponder for a few days to see if I can slim down."
