"Mr. Niu, I ain't got nothing to do right now, so I thought I'd stop by your office for a chat. Let's go," Old Sun said with a grin, sticking to him like a plaster.
Mr. Niu's face fell in an instant, "Mr. Sun, I'm busy right now, I don't have time to chat. You go on back first, we'll talk another day."
"That won't do, I've come all this way; how can you send me packing? I'll just wait for you in your office until you're done, then we can have a chat," he insisted, being completely unreasonable.
Mr. Niu was so annoyed he couldn't even speak, watching helplessly as Mr. Sun followed him into the office.
He walked up to the telephone, dialed a number, "Hello, Minister Lin, this is Old Niu."
Old Sun had been enjoying tea in the room but perked up his ears to eavesdrop as soon as he heard it was Minister Lin on the phone.
The food factory had secured a foreign order, and Minister Lin hadn't called him about it, but why did he call Old Niu first?
That really irked him.
