Tang Wen had just been chewed out by his editor and was already full of pent-up anger. Still, he was rational enough not to vent his temper on Huang Xingxu, a classmate he got along well with.
Tang Wen did not pay much attention to Huang Xingxu's so-called exclusive news.
In an even tone, Tang Wen said to Huang Xingxu over the phone, "Old classmate, where are you working now? Let's get a meal together when we have the chance." Although they had not been in touch for a long time, the usual pleasantries still had to be said. It was only one sentence, and it was not like they would actually get together for a meal. Who knew when he might need to ask someone for help?
Huang Xingxu's job might have looked glamorous, as though he was doing quite well, but in reality, he envied those high school classmates he had not been particularly close to. Those so-called poor students from back then had either joined the military and returned to work as auxiliary police officers in their hometowns.
Or they had taken over their family's small businesses early on and were thriving. Huang Xingxu used to look down on those whose families ran small businesses, but now? He felt utterly ridiculous. After many small business owners back home started selling online, nearly all of them had become little bosses.
On the other end of the call, Huang Xingxu immediately grew anxious after hearing Tang Wen's polite words.
Holding his phone in his left hand, Huang Xingxu excitedly used his right hand to send Tang Wen one of the first photos he had taken through WeChat. The photo showed two Future Technology employees holding up a sign, but not the VIP they had come to pick up.
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