Hu iqiao gave an awkward smile, but didn’t refute.
The old leader’s evaluation of her was fair.
She couldn’t really argue back.
If it were soone else, with Hu iqiao’s personality, she would have snapped back long ago, but the old leader knew her too well.
The key was, she ca today with a request, and it was from her direct superior; how could she show any dissatisfaction? In fact, facing Ma Shanjun’s sarcasm, Hu iqiao even maintained a smile and said with indifference, "Old leader, you’re wrong to say that. I haven’t co to you for quite so ti now."
"Haha, it’s precisely because you haven’t co to for so ti that I’m a bit worried."
"If you, Dean Hu, ca to every now and then, I wouldn’t feel anything. But you haven’t approached for a year or two, suddenly calling , and even asking if I’m free a day in advance. Do you think it’s a good thing?"
"Old leader, knowing soone too well can be tiring; people should take it easy, not overthink things."
Hu iqiao didn’t mind Ma Shanjun’s words. She placed her bag directly on the office sofa, and with a smile, said, "Old leader, it’s been a long ti since I made tea for you. The Pu-erh tea I got for you last year, shall I make so for you now?"
As she spoke, she rolled up her floral sleeves and walked toward the familiar cabinet. Upon opening it, she found the Pu-erh tea she had given before the year-end indeed placed there.
The tea wasn’t expensive, but it was very authentic.
Watching Hu iqiao attentively making tea, showing no signs of urgency, Ma Shanjun couldn’t help but shake his head: "Co by more often. I’ve brewed that Pu-erh tea twice, but it’s not as fragrant as yours. In this regard, you, Dean Hu, deserve recognition. But don’t bother showing kindness aimlessly; if there’s anything, just say it. No need for to wait anxiously."
As Hu iqiao’s old leader, Ma Shanjun knew this subordinate’s temperant quite well.
No visit without a reason.
It’s not that they don’t interact regularly, but usually, she wouldn’t seek him out unless it’s sothing important that she couldn’t handle on her own.
Most of the ti, it’s just a phone call, like this ti making an appointnt in advance was a first. How could he not be anxious?
What kind of big issue could make his capable subordinate, Hu iqiao, take such steps?
Ma Shanjun really couldn’t imagine.
That’s why he’s eager for Hu iqiao to speak up, sparing himself from the suspense.
The calr Hu iqiao appeared, the more anxious he beca.
While Ma Shanjun was getting impatient, Hu iqiao was ticulously making tea. Once the tea was ready, she poured a cup for Ma Shanjun, then sat on the sofa with a smile and said, "Old leader, see if my skills have declined."
"With all this going on, do you think I still have the mind to drink tea?" Ma Shanjun replied, slightly annoyed.
"First, have so tea. We’ll talk about the matter in a while. I shouldn’t disturb your leisurely tea ti, right?"
Reluctantly, Ma Shanjun picked up the cup and took a sip, his eyes lit up: "Not bad, your skills haven’t declined, they’ve improved. It’s very fragrant. I can’t brew it to this standard. It’s the sa steps, freshly boiled water, the sa tea set, and similar amounts of tea leaves—why does the taste differ so much?"
"Mindset, skill, and process all matter," Hu iqiao said calmly.
"Nonsense, of course, I know that."
"To brew tea, the mind must be calm. If you’re not calm, the tea won’t taste as good."
Upon hearing this, Ma Shanjun couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Dean Hu personally coming over to make tea for —how could my mind be calm?
However, this ti, Ma Shanjun didn’t exchange more words with Hu iqiao. After sipping a few more tis, he straightforwardly asked, "Dean Hu, I’ve had the tea. Now, could you tell what’s the matter?"
Hu iqiao knew she couldn’t delay much longer, and from arrival till now, quite so ti had already passed. Further delay would be unwise since the old leader had a eting that afternoon and couldn’t spend all the ti here. Besides, the issue she needed the old leader’s help with was significant and complex. Convincing him wouldn’t be achieved in a mont.
With this in mind, Hu iqiao didn’t remain seated. She stood, took a stack of docunts from her bag, and placed them in front of Ma Shanjun.
Ma Shanjun glanced down slightly, noticing it was lightheartedly: "Application for launching a Traditional Chinese dicine studio in the new dical building?"
"What do you an?" Ma Shanjun looked up, puzzled.
Hu iqiao explained, "I’m looking for so advice from you, old leader. Isn’t there a building at our Health Center that hasn’t been used yet? I figured it’s sitting there, might as well make use of it."
"Your Health Center has only so many people. Besides, the Ninth Hospital and the Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital are nearby. Apart from the pediatrics departnt, not many people are registering in other departnts, right? Is it necessary to use that new building?"
Ma Shanjun knew a bit about the Qiu City Street Health Center situation. When Hu iqiao was transferred there as the director, it was upon his approval, so naturally, he had so understanding of it.
The new building was initially constructed to expand and strengthen the Health Center. However, due to so events later, it didn’t develop, leaving the newly constructed building unused.
In the Health Center where Hu iqiao works, there are not many dical staff, perhaps around thirty to forty. A four-story building is more than enough. Moreover, there aren’t many people going to the Health Center, so Ma Shanjun really couldn’t understand why Hu iqiao would want to use the new building.
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