Shen Yuan gave a self-deprecating smile, where was the dedication in that? It was all about the money.
....
Meanwhile, at a bustling barbecue stall, Yu Jifeng was drinking heartily with Zhong Yu.
The two of them were clinking cups nonstop, their faces flushed red with alcohol.
"Old Zhong, actually, I'm quite envious of you guys who can work at the headquarters. You're close to the boss, it's easy to show off your skills, and you're always up-to-date with the company's internal movements," Yu Jifeng slung an arm over Zhong Yu's shoulder as if they were old pals, and said, "Unlike us in the stores, though we seem like border region officials with great power, in reality, the boss is quite wary of us."
Zhong Yu's eyelid twitched as he glanced at him, "Come on, Old Yu, that can't be right, Mr. Shen pulled you up with his own hands, he shouldn't be guarding against you of all people."
"No, no, no."
