"Lu... Lu Xingzhou?"
All of a sudden, Bei Ling felt as if he had been struck by lightning, lifting his eyelids in astonishment.
Shock filled his eyes, accompanied by a sensation that he must be dreaming.
"LEO Lu, Senior Lu?"
Bei Ling was both shocked and delighted, instantly transforming into an excited fanboy.
During his time at Harvard, Lu Xingzhou's name was one he had frequently heard.
Since he was also studying for an MBA, in their economics faculty, Lu Xingzhou was like a godlike figure.
At that time, nine out of ten female classmates were smitten with him.
Quite a few young women were even determined to work at the Lu Corporation after graduation, to be near their male idol.
When Lu Xingzhou came to the school to give a lecture, Bei Ling was lucky enough to snatch a seat.
Reflecting on that lecture, he was overwhelmed with nothing but shock.
