Lin Fan, the cleaner of Shengshi Group, was holding a broom, swinging slowly on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor as usual.
He was of average build, plainly dressed, and had a slightly taciturn face with almost no emotion.
"Hey, Lin Fan, I'm patrolling your territory again."
A smooth voice came, it was Li Ming from the planning department.
Next to Li Ming, Zhang Li from the marketing department was holding a stack of documents and glanced at Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan is the treasure of our group. It's so rare to have a cleaner on our staff."
Zhang Li's tone was thorny, but she had a professional fake smile on her face.
"Isn't that right? Just sweeping the floor every day is much more comfortable than us working overtime dogs."
