Zhang Qifeng glanced at Zhao Haiquan sitting opposite him, then said with mixed feelings, "Sorry, bro, you might as well stop thinking about these things. The people from Nitiandang might be out of your reach... Not only my brother, but even I am considering joining them now!"
The person opposite him was puzzled, "Huh? What's going on? Wasn't it said that the owner of that company is very stingy? Can't even afford a decent office space? Everyone in the company is squeezed into a café to work?"
"Is my information wrong? What exactly is going on?"
Zhang Qifeng could not be bothered to explain and dismissively said "Goodbye," then hung up the phone.
Zhao Haiquan was also very serious, "I hereby solemnly declare that I am the number one loyal follower of the Nitiandang game! Don't talk to me about double the monthly salary, even if you give me a mountain of gold, don't think about poaching me!"
"President Gu is like my real brother!"
