"Dr. Zhang, is working at the grassroots level tough?"
"Not tough, it's part of the job."
"Hehe, you look young, probably not married yet, right? I have a niece around your age, if you're interested, I could set you two up."
"Ah, no need for that."
Zhang Xiaoshan was increasingly confused.
What was Tang Guoming up to, offering his niece like that?
Tang Guoming kept making small talk, without any substantive content.
But the more he did, the more Zhang Xiaoshan's heart pounded.
Something abnormal indicated a possible demon at work.
Tang Guoming's enthusiasm was somewhat excessive.
Moreover, he had only met him yesterday, and even though he had saved Sun Dazhi and helped them avert a PR crisis, such attentiveness seemed unwarranted.
After more than ten minutes, Zhang Xiaoshan felt like he couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Tang, if you have something to say, just speak directly. If it's within my capability, I'll do my best."
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