"Not impressive!"
Chen Feng shot Zhao Youwei a glance. Even if Zhao Youwei were telling the truth this time, Chen Feng wouldn't agree so easily. When someone asks for a favor, they have to put something on the table first. It was clear that Zhao Youwei—no, it should be Li Huaide—had something he needed from him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a promise.
After all, Chen Feng had only been at the Rolling Mill for two months; in terms of seniority, he simply couldn't compare to the others. Even though he was highly capable, this was the Dragon Country, where the obsession with hierarchy was carved into everyone's bones. As the saying went, "No hair on the lip means no weight in the work." For a young man of eighteen or nineteen, rising through the ranks quickly was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Unless, of course, he had "red blood" flowing through his veins...
Chapter 156