Chapter 939 - Little Feng, Sitting and Waiting

Chapter 939: Little Feng, Sitting and Waiting

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Little Feng, wait in the office for a while.” After Zheng Ren came to the office, he put the suitcase aside and prepared to change his clothes.
“Okay.” Feng Xuhui knew that Zheng Ren was preparing to see the patient before the operation.
He stood to the side sensibly, but Zheng Ren pressed him to the chair.
“Where’s Lil Fugui? Why isn’t he here yet?” Zheng Ren turned around and left. He wanted to change his clothes and spoke to Su Yun.
“He said two minutes. There’s still 23 seconds, 22 seconds…” The voices of the two people gradually faded away, as if they were in the emergency ward of Sea City.
Professor Rudolf Wagner appeared after 20 seconds, but Feng Xuhui was ignored by him. The Professor hurriedly changed his clothes and went to ward rounds with Zheng Ren.
Feng Xuhui sat in his office, waiting for Zheng Ren to finish the ward round so that he could ask if there was any new equipment needed.
“Excuse me, is Boss Zheng here?” suddenly, a person knocked on the door and asked with a smile.
“He… went to do ward rounds.” Feng Xuhui felt that this person looked familiar, but he could not identify him.
“Oh, you are…” That person walked in. He was wearing a black suit with a small vest and a dark blue tie, which made him look much younger than his actual age.
The tie seemed to be Armani. It gave off a luxurious feeling, but it fit him very well.
Feng Xuhui could not help but stand up. He could meet someone who looked very high-end here. He still had an impression of him but could not remember him. Did he need to say more?
“Hello, I’m Feng Xuhui from Changfeng micro-injury.” Feng Xuhui staggered slightly, then he maintained his balance and bowed slightly. He spoke politely.
“Oh, you’re from Changfeng.” That person smiled and did not look at Feng Xuhui. He just casually said, “Did you do Boss Zheng’s work? Is the young man very good?”
If he said that, he must be someone in the circle. Feng Xuhui immediately confirmed it.
But…
“Where is the manager of your Imperial Capital? Why did he only send you here?” that person asked indifferently.
His words were very indifferent, and his expression was even more indifferent. However, the dignity of a superior pressed down on Feng Xuhui until he could not breathe.
Suddenly, Feng Xuhui remembered something.
“You are the Chief Zhou of the Imperial Capital, right?” Feng Xuhui asked carefully.
“Oh? Have you met him before?” Zhou Chunyong asked.
“Half a year ago, I just joined the company. The company organized an academic conference in the Imperial Capital and invited you to be the keynote speaker.” Feng Xuhui was even more humble.
“Oh.” Zhou Chunyong had long forgotten about that conference, not to mention an insignificant salesperson.
“Your speech was too wonderful. I was just…” Feng Xuhui’s flattery skills were a little rusty. He wanted to say something nice, but was stopped by Zhou Chunyong.
“Sit down and tell me.” Zhou Chunyong said, “Where are you in charge of?”
“I used to be in charge of the northeast, mainly against Chief Zheng of Sea City. Later, Chief Zheng was transferred to the 912, so I followed him here,” Feng Xuhui said politely. Zhou Chunyong did not sit down, so how could he dare to sit down.
These chief directors of the Imperial Capital could decide whether a brand could be admitted to the hospital or whether they would use the amount. These matters were related to the life and death of the factory. It could be said that they were the parents who fed the company.
Although Feng Xuhui did not target the business of the Imperial Capital, he did not want to cause trouble for other colleagues.
“Why didn’t Boss Zheng see you when he went to our freelance surgery?” Zhou Chunyong was moved and started to ask questions.
For a newbie like Feng Xuhui, it was not easy to ask questions.
“I was injured and haven’t been here recently. My injury just healed and I missed a lot of work,” Feng Xuhui said with some embarrassment.
The smile on Zhou Chunyong’s face instantly became more sincere.
To be able to let a big client like Zheng Ren stay idle and not arrange for the salesmen to be busy and serve him like a boss–what was the reason? Zhou Chunyong immediately thought of it.
It could not be that this Changfeng person was an idiot.
This group of people from the factory were all clever. The silly factory had all died in the fierce competition.
There was only one reason: the young man in front of him had a very good relationship with Boss Zheng!
Zhou Chunyong was a shrewd old man. He guessed the truth almost instantly.
“Have a seat, Manager Feng,” Zhou Chunyong sat down and said with a smile. He looked at Feng Xuhui up and down, intentionally or unintentionally, and calculated Boss Zheng’s preferences.
Soon, the two foreigners looked around and walked to the office door.
A series of strange languages directly defeated Feng Xuhui.
At first, he tried to communicate with him, but he found that he was not speaking English at all.
Fortunately, Professor Rudolf Wagner came over in a hurry to let the two of them into the office. They said a few words in a hurry before rushing over to accompany Zheng Ren for ward rounds.
Feng Xuhui was a little surprised. He was still guessing why Zhou Chunyong had come. And these two foreigners were obviously here for Boss Zheng.
All of this was beyond his understanding of the world.
Not long after, two more people came in.
This time, Feng Xuhui did not recognize the person who came in, but when he saw Zhou Chunyong stand up and greet him warmly, calling him chief. He guessed that he was probably the chief of the Department of Intervention of some hospital.
Feng Xuhui simply stood up and hid in a corner.
Although walking was a little inconvenient, it was better than chatting awkwardly with the chief who he did not know. The key was that he was still sitting there. He did not even know when he had offended someone.
After about ten minutes, Chief Kong’s voice came from the corridor. “Boss Zheng, good morning.”
“Chief Kong, Professor Pei, good morning.” Zheng Ren went from one ward to another and greeted Chief Kong at the same time.
Professor Pei?
Feng Xuhui’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that it was Professor Pei Yingjie?
This was a demon from the Department of Interventional Medicine. In order to promote the equipment and medical supplies of Changfeng micro-injury, the company had spent a lot of effort to invite Professor Pei to conduct a promotional activity.
Why was he here?
Feng Xuhui wanted to go and greet Professor Pei, but he hesitated in the end and gave up.
He did not know if Professor Pei would recognize him.
Or was he just entering society and was too shy? Feng Xuhui sighed in his heart.
When he saw Professor Pei later, he had to greet him warmly.
Five or six minutes later, Zheng Ren returned to his office. He glanced at the people in the room and the smile on his face did not change, but Feng Xuhui was very familiar with him. Chief Zheng used to smile at him like this.
Polite, but distant.
When it was time to hand in the shift, Su Yun and the professor ‘invited’ the people in the office out.
A row of people stood in the corridor… Feng Xuhui felt like a little lamb squatting in a pack of wolves.
If it were another salesman, he did not know how happy he would be. He would hand out business cards one by one and get to know them better.
But before Feng Xuhui could do anything, Zheng Ren brought out a folding chair. He opened it and said, “Little Feng, sit and wait.”