"Manager Wang, we appreciate your kindness, but we really don't have time for a meal. Let's talk here."
Manager Wang, not wanting to waste time on chatter, once again opened his bulging briefcase and took out three stacks of hundred yuan bills. While distributing them, he smiled and said, "It's a small token, I know the leaders are busy, consider it a meal treat from a brother."
Han Yu grabbed his arm and said coldly, "This is no small token."
"Director Han, at home rely on parents, outside rely on friends, let's be friends."
"Put the money away, if you don't put it away quickly, we'll be handing it over to the Disciplinary Committee."
"Director Han, are you saying that there is no room for negotiation?"
