Reluctantly pulled towards the tennis court, Yang Chen looked conflicted and innocently asked Mo Qianni, "If you want to go, go ahead. I'll go somewhere else. I'm not a VIP, so there's no need for me to meddle."
Mo Qianni glared at him and whispered, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You want to go to the pool to check out the women, right? Let me tell you, most of the VIPs here are influential figures from the business and political circles in Zhonghai. As my PR assistant at Jade International, you need to interact with these people. Each connection could be a key to a successful business venture. Remember what the boss advised!"
"I'm just a guy who used to sell breakfast. My previous occupation was selling lamb skewers. I feel quite distant from those high society affairs," Yang Chen replied.
"Not anymore. The tennis court is just ahead."
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