Treatment That Couldn't Be Delayed

"That..." Kenny didn't really understand, so he chose to remain silent.

Jean took his cigarette case from the table and pulled out one elegantly. Then he threw his cigarette box at Kenny as he squinted and asked, "How much do you know about Oliver?"

Kenny deftly caught the cigarette case, and as soon as he caught it in his hand, he bluntly said, "I don't know much, everything I know is the same on a resume."

"Then look for a chance to get acquainted with him!" The man's tone was full of meaning, making Kenny paused from lighting his cigarette for a moment.

He gripped the lighter tightly and frowned. "President, what do you mean ..."

Jean exhaled the mist from his lips, his cold eyes flashing across his assistant. "You are now the general manager of this company. People can understand that you want to bring good people into your hands."