Yang Tiancheng shook his head, "I don't know. The hope is slim, mainly because the hot pot project failed. Otherwise, there would be no problem. Now everyone in the industry knows about me; I've become the laughingstock. Unless a friend with a good relationship opens a catering company, it's basically not possible, but I don't have such friends. If I did, I wouldn't need to set my sights on Zhao Yulu."
Yang Tiancheng said, "Dad, I still hope you can find a high-level position and arrange a job for me. Otherwise, I can only be an ordinary employee, and I don't want to be a low-level ordinary employee."
"You..." Yang Tiancheng couldn't help but shake his head, feeling utterly helpless with his son, "I'll try my best to look for one."
Yang Jingsheng's eyes flickered, "Dad, to cling to Chen Guanglei, we don't necessarily have to go through Zhao Yulu, right? We can contact him directly."
