"Chairman?"
The owner of the concrete mixing station, Wang Shiyi, was taken aback and then gave Qin Hai a closer look. Perhaps because he thought Qin Hai was too young, he seemed to doubt that Qin Hai was the current owner of the Ruijing Group, so his face was full of suspicion.
Qin Hai stretched out his hand toward Wang Shiyi. "Mr. Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"The pleasure is all mine!" Wang Shiyi, an old slick, quickly pulled on a smile and shook hands with Qin Hai, then extended his hand to Qiao Wei, who didn't even glance at him.
Resigned, Wang Shiyi could only retract his hand, but those nearly-closed eyes of his still greedily swept across Qiao Wei's curvaceous figure one last time, prompting even more disgust from Qiao Wei.
Qin Hai stepped to the right to block Wang Shiyi's view, and said, "Mr. Wang!"
As if snapped out of a trance, Wang Shiyi hurriedly said, "Please, have a seat, Chairman Qin, Assistant Qiao, please sit."