"Pfft..."
The newspaper in front of Yan Wenhai on the table was sprayed with tea, and he didn't even realize that most of the tea in the cup in his other hand had splashed out. He stared at the phone in disbelief, asking, "What? You say you became the factory manager? Are you kidding me? Where's our son? Let him take the phone..."
The three other people in the office were all looking at him puzzled, wondering what had gotten into Secretary Yan, usually so composed. Who on earth became a factory manager to surprise him like this?
"Can't I be the factory manager? Our son said if I wanted to do it, I could do it, so what's the problem? Just because you can be a leader, doesn't mean I can't be a factory manager?" Lin Xiumei said, instantly switching from housewife mode to factory manager mode. "I can't talk now. At noon, our factory's leadership team is having a lunch gathering, and they'll announce this, so I need to prepare some remarks!"
