In his previous life, Li Ye had understood a truth: the better someone was doing, the less willing they were to attend dinner gatherings. A favor owed by someone with an uncertain future was worth far more than the clearly priced cost of a meal in the present.
Otherwise, look at some childhood friends. Even though they lived nearby after growing up, hadn't they gradually stopped keeping in touch?
Everyone feared trouble.
Li Dayong was now someone who was "doing well."
Li Dayong had married the sister of a billionaire, his wedding had made the newspapers, and at such a young age, he had become one of the influential figures in Changbei Machinery, a major joint venture. He drove a car worth several hundred thousand yuan through the streets in grand display.
With how pleased with himself he was, if he welcomed everyone who came to him, could there possibly be fewer dinner invitations every day?
So ever since getting married, Li Dayong had tried his best to avoid pointless dinner gatherings and deliberately narrowed his social circle.
But Li Dayong truly felt conflicted about today's gathering.
After all, a class reunion was relatively much cleaner. As long as everyone spoke only of the friendship they had shared as classmates and did not discuss worldly distinctions of status, wealth, and rank, that precious friendship of youth seemed as if it could be preserved forever.
Even with Lin Qiuyan mixed into the matter, there were still many other classmates he had once been close with. Li Dayong found it hard to let go.
So Li Dayong's bottom line this time was for Lin Qiuyan to face reality and admit her mistakes. Then Fenghua Apparel would not mind giving Hengle Apparel Company another manufacturing contract. After all, they had recruited many new