"Old Xin, you'd better be the one to knock…"
"Old Wan, you're the vice director, the number two in the bureau. By rights, it's more appropriate for you to knock… After all, a vice director and the director are a better match, right…"
Xin Jinghui and Wan Zhenhong stood at the door of the director's office, trading lines and "modestly" yielding to each other.
Wan Zhenhong: "…"
What the hell do you mean a vice director and a director are a better match…
Who the hell are you trying to ship together here?
He silently rolled his eyes hard at Xin Jinghui, then suggested, "How about this, let's stick to the old rules—one round decides the winner. But whoever loses goes to knock on the door, how's that?"
Xin Jinghui agreed readily, "Sure, no problem!"
The two exchanged a knowing smile, then started their little game—rock-paper-scissors.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
With a crisp call, their hands shot out at the same time.
"Ha, I win!"
