He wore a very ordinary suit because he was going to meet Zhang Xianxian. He had waxed his hair, and his facial features were passable. It was just that his status fell short.
Working nine to six, earning a meager salary of a few thousand yuan.
This kind of low-status person was someone who wouldn't even catch Zhang Xianxian's attention in a crowd.
And because of this,
Zhang Youcai, now past the age of twenty-six, still hadn't found a girlfriend.
It was because women with good prospects simply looked down on him, and those slightly less demanding, he looked down on.
Zhang Youcai never expected that someone as ordinary as himself could be favored by the Zhang heiress, and treated so specially. He was thrilled, feeling as if he was on the brink of soaring high.
"Brother Zhang," Zhang Xianxian hurried toward Zhang Youcai.
Let's put the timeline in order.
Soon, Zhang Youcai would face his first promotion.
Then, he would step by step climb to the pinnacle of power.
