"Feiping, I've asked someone to open up the President Hall for you," Shen Feng said with a soft smile to Yang Feiping as he was about to turn and leave, having finished speaking to the other wealthy heirs.
Although young, he was considered a cut above his peers in business. He didn't much recall Yang Feiping, nor did he find the Adrui Company intriguing; after all, it was leagues apart from him. Nevertheless, he still afforded Yang Feiping considerable face in that moment.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feiping immediately expressed his thanks, feeling a surge of excitement within, convinced that coming to Xing City had been the right decision.
"Fellow students, let's head to the President Hall for our meal first," Yang Feiping, managing to control his excitement, said to the student union members from Qingzhou Academy and others.
"President Hall?" Someone was puzzled, unsure what that was.
