Speak of the devil, and the devil appears.
Just as Huang Yan finished mentioning that he had insurance, a man in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase, was walking towards them from the entrance of the sports hall.
"Principal Huang, leaders, I see everyone's here. Why is it so bustling today, is there some kind of big happy event?"
The man was skilled at pleasing, spouting auspicious words while pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering them around.
If this were any other day, his pack of cigarettes would be sure to run out as it made its rounds.
However, now that he had taken out his cigarettes to offer them, a whole group of leaders waved their hands, not a single one wanted to smoke.
This left the man momentarily puzzled.
Did he run into ghosts today?
Why were these people suddenly putting on airs?
An assistant gave the man a meaningful glance, and the man turned his head to see that beside them He Bingbing was holding a video camera and filming.