"Director Zhou, this phone is so old, it's probably a lost cause," Qiu Cheng said. "I've managed to charge it, but no matter how I press the buttons, there's just no response."
Zhou Mingchen looked up, "Can't you find someone to repair it?"
Qiu Cheng's face was the picture of helplessness. Not only did his role as a secretary require him to double as a driver and a nanny, but he also had to deal with all kinds of miscellaneous tasks, and now even mobile phone repair had popped up.
"Director Zhou, that might not be a good idea. You know how unreliable it is to get phones and computers fixed. What if someone just casually steals your photos and videos? Think about Teacher Chen from before, just because of getting a computer repaired, his career plummeted and he hasn't been able to recover since. This phone isn't even yours, what if..."
His concern wasn't unreasonable, but Zhou Mingchen still frowned. "Why all this nonsense?"
