Upon seeing that Li Huai couldn't even afford his car fare, Zhang Lao'er felt a pang of sorrow and scolded him inwardly. The last time Li Huai had returned to Xiaobaikou Village, he had casually given Widow Yang several tens of thousands, but now he was living in hardship. Was this not suffering for the sake of face?
Although the office building of the Xiangli Group was quite impressive, Zhang Lao'er felt that Li Huai was, at most, a fetch and carry boy here, a gofer. It might not be hard work per se, but being at everyone's beck and call wasn't pleasant either.
"Son, I have guessed what kind of work you're doing. Let's go, let's eat first, then we can discuss afterwards..."
Zhang Lao'er hadn't finished speaking when they passed by two young men who suddenly greeted Li Huai, "Hello, Mr. Li!"
Further inside, a few more young men greeted Li Huai in the same way, "Hello, Mr. Li!"
Even further in, more young people were greeting Li Huai, "Hello, Mr. Li!"
