Chapter 1110
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The Vice President had a serious expression on his face. "I'm afraid it'll be difficult to work with someone who isn't punctual." He then looked at Old Mr. Wang and said, "President, what do you think?"
Old Mr. Wang had been sitting quietly in his chair and wasn't as angry as the Vice President. He picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Don't worry, it's not even ten yet."
The Vice President's lips twitched. "If you're really sincere, you would've been here a long time ago."
It wasn't like he had a high status, so why would he come?
At that moment, the receptionist at the door brought in a man who looked to be in his fifties at most.
The man was not tall, and he wore a gray Tang suit. It was so old that it looked like it had been washed countless times. He looked ordinary, no different from an ordinary farmer in a village.
It was exactly ten when he stepped through the door.
The Vice President merely glanced at the man before retracting his gaze, not even sparing him a glance.
Old Mr. Wang stood up from his chair and looked at the man with a smile. "You must be Mr. Miao?"
The man paused and nodded politely. "Yes … I'm Mi Wei."
Old Mr. Wang pointed to the chair beside him. "Sit down and talk."
"Okay." Mi Wei pulled out the chair unhurriedly and placed the long tobacco pipe he carried with him on the table.
The tobacco pipe was made of bamboo and showed signs of wear and tear over the years.
His assistant poured a cup of tea for Mi Wei and then walked back to stand beside Old Mr. Wang.
Mi Wei's fingers lightly tapped on the table as he picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip. He didn't take the initiative to speak. He didn't seem the slightest bit afraid of Elder Wang and the Vice President, who were people of virtue and prestige.
It was as if he was facing two ordinary people.
He was very calm.
Old Mr. Wang was a little surprised, but then he thought about it. Simple farmers living in the countryside didn't have the heart of a philistine, so they naturally didn't have the concept of hierarchy.
Clearing his throat, Old Mr. Wang spoke first. "Can Mr. Miao really cultivate the Mystic Orchid?"
With that, the Vice President finally raised his head and looked at Mi Wei.
"Yes," Mi Wei replied softly.
His throat sounded a little hoarse, probably because he often smoked tobacco. He even coughed a few times.
The Vice President frowned. He had always been very particular, so he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his nose.
Seeing that Mi Wei was still coughing and that the air was filled with germs, the vice-chairman stood up and said to Elder Wang, "Chairman, I just remembered that I still have some matters to take care of. I'll have to trouble you with the herb garden."
He didn't even want to hear about Mylan.
Elder Wang glanced at him and naturally noticed his actions. He nodded and said, "Alright, go ahead."
The Vice President nodded slightly and then quickly walked out of the reception room, as if he couldn't bear to stay a second longer.
Old Man Wang shook his head and looked at Mi Wei, who was no longer coughing. After some thought, he said to his assistant beside him in a low voice, "Go get some medicine for your throat."
When the assistant heard this, he immediately understood. He looked at Mi Wei and quickly nodded. "Okay."
After the assistant left, Elder Wang personally poured another cup of tea for Mi Wei. "It's not good to smoke too much."
Mi Wei thanked him and didn't mind the Vice President leaving. He picked up the cup of tea and moistened his throat before saying, "I like it."
Old Man Wang smiled. "Right, where are you from, Mr. Miao? Judging from your accent, you shouldn't be from the north. "
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