Being Overbearing Once Again

The person in charge of the area was Gordan Ziglar. He had a big-bellied figure and a half-bald head, which were all in line with the characteristics of a 'boss' in his forties. As the owner and the person in charge, of course, he had to stand up for his dead staff. In fact, he was quite proactive in it as he went to appease the family members of the deceased, and assisted the police in investigating the case. As soon as the police officers had arrived, Gordan welcomed them by serving them tea and greeted, "Captain Hefner, just tell me whoever you want to interrogate. I have already ordered my subordinates to cooperate with the investigation. I also ordered them to say what they know honestly so that we do justice for the deceased as soon as possible." "Mr. Ziglar, you'd better put away your expensive tea. We are all public servants, and we're not used to drinking them. You shouldn't waste such good tea." Staring at the greasy and humble Gordan, Jefferson couldn't help but feel that so