Zhang Hongbo waved his hand, and Fatty Sun scampered over. After the last deputy minister left and closed the door, Zhang Hongbo said with a chuckle:
"Pull up Su Chen's file for me."
Fatty Sun said hesitantly, "Couldn't you just access it directly, sir? Why go through me?"
"I'm only supervising in Old Yuan's stead until he returns. It's better to go through your internal channels." Zhang Hongbo gestured for Fatty Sun to sit.
Though extremely reluctant, Fatty Sun could only perch on the edge of the chair as if sitting on pins and needles. As if in slow motion, he arduously opened his wristband and pulled up Su Chen's file, projecting it onto the desktop.
"Well now..." Zhang Hongbo feigned surprise. "He received a collective Third-Class Merit on his very first day..."
"I didn't expect Old Yuan to just assign him to a regular patrol team. So impartial. Let me see his attendance record."
