People swarmed the dragon-slaying Pilot at Aircrew Base 911 to dig into his intentions, the more composed ones offering subtle hints while the impatient ones outright offered lucrative salaries and benefits. However, Chen Fei, having collected everyone's business cards, was equally direct in his refusal, leaving no room for ambiguity or wishful thinking.
He who hesitates is lost, and at such a time, any ambiguity could bring disaster once it reached the boss's ears. Anyone indecisive would just be asking to be undercut!
Engaging in such pointless, self-sabotaging stupidity wasn't something Chen Fei was about to do.
As the crowd that had surrounded him finally began to disperse, Chen Fei proactively greeted Zuo Gengming, who was still waiting nearby.
"Let's go for a barbecue, skewer some meat!"
There was nothing to do anyway, and since the other party wasn't overly opportunistic, it seemed like a good chance to make a friend.
"Sure!"
