WPG0017: So fine! Too fine!

The next day, June 27th.

A little past eight in the morning, when An Wuyang woke up, his parents had already left. He washed up first, then checked the messages on his phone.

"Yang Jing: Bro, our class is having another reunion. Did you see the group chat?" "Yang Jing: This time it's organized by that bastard Sun Zhiming." "Yang Jing: I'm not going anyway!"

Yang Jing was An Wuyang's good friend, and they were very close. Naturally, he knew about the conflict between An Wuyang and Sun Zhiming, so he stated his stance first—he wouldn't attend this reunion.

An Wuyang saw the messages from Yang Jing, then scrolled through the class group chat history.

This reunion was indeed organized by Sun Zhiming, with the excuse of celebrating everyone's upcoming college life, saying that future gatherings would become rarer, so they should meet one more time.

That bastard Sun Zhiming was even putting on airs in the group chat, claiming he'd cover all the expenses for this gathering himself.

After reading through the messages, An Wuyang made his decision.

Sun Zhiming was hosting it—why should he go?

"An Wuyang: I'm not going." "An Wuyang: My family's been busy lately, and I've got a lot on my plate too." "Yang Jing: Got it." "Yang Jing: Bro, if you need any help, just tell me." "Yang Jing: My abilities are limited, but I'll definitely help with anything I can."

Yang Jing's family ran a restaurant business, though it was on a smaller scale, with total assets probably around ten million—nowhere near the nine-figure mark, and certainly no help to Wugengtian Pharmaceutical Group.

But the fact that Yang Jing was willing to help was more than enough!

"An Wuyang: Thanks, bro. I'll come eat at your place another day." "Yang Jing: Anytime. Just give me a heads-up, and I'll reserve a private room."

An Wuyang's mind stirred. He was just planning to host a dinner to discuss the imported electronic waste issue. Now that he had Yang Jing's connection, why not handle it over a meal?

That fit the national customs too!

"An Wuyang: Bro, does your Huanqing Tower have any spots available the day after tomorrow?" "An Wuyang: If so, set up a lakeside private room." "Yang Jing: Let me call and check first."

In less than two minutes, Yang Jing replied again.

"Yang Jing: I've reserved the Autumn Shadow Private Room, seats twelve. Does that work?" "An Wuyang: No problem." "Yang Jing: [Huanqing Tower Menu]" "Yang Jing: Go ahead and order. I'll arrange it in advance, and the head chef will cook it personally." "Yang Jing: All dishes and drinks at fifty percent off. Haha, bro, I've got your back, right?"

Huanqing Tower was a high-end lakeside restaurant, with a per-person dining standard starting at over five hundred yuan. Getting all dishes and drinks at half price was indeed a solid deal.

"An Wuyang: Solid!" "An Wuyang: I remember you can hold your liquor, right?" "Yang Jing: Beer, I can keep going. Baijiu, a jin minimum." "An Wuyang: Then how about helping me entertain the guests and drink with them?" "Yang Jing: No problem!" "Yang Jing: We've got two bottles of Maotai Fifteen Year in the shop. Want me to prep them in advance?"

"Prepping in advance" meant decanting the Maotai Fifteen Year from the original bottle into a wine server beforehand, to avoid certain awkward situations—another quirk of dining culture.

"An Wuyang: I'm just inviting friends for a meal. We'll decide on drinks when the time comes."

Young people these days don't necessarily like baijiu!

"Yang Jing: Got it."

An Wuyang quickly browsed the Huanqing Tower menu and placed his order directly. He based it on eight people dining, raising the per-person standard to around a thousand yuan.

"An Wuyang: Eight people, dinner at seven sharp the day after tomorrow. No issues?" "Yang Jing: No issues!" "Yang Jing: I'll make sure everything's set. All ingredients will be bought fresh that afternoon." "An Wuyang: Thanks." "Yang Jing: You're welcome."

Just as An Wuyang finished chatting with Yang Jing, Sun Zhiming sent him an @ message in the class group.

"Sun Zhiming: @An Wuyang: Good buddy, long time no see. Don't forget to come to tomorrow's reunion."

Sun Zhiming: [Location: Jiangyang Road, Gantian Lobster Restaurant]

Sun Zhiming: Tomorrow at six in the evening, no problem?

An Wuyang completely ignored Sun Zhiming's messages. The guy was clearly jumping around trying to get under his skin—why would he step up and let himself be provoked?

In a moment like this, when the tide was against him, the best move was to lie low and avoid the clash.

If he blustered and talked tough, he'd only end up looking like a clown.

An Wuyang trusted that with the Happy Life System, he'd soon have a chance to turn the tables, even strike back at Caimai Pharmaceutical. He just needed some time to develop.

Sun Zhiming sent message after message in the class group, but An Wuyang never replied. Eventually, Sun Zhiming found it boring.

But then he spotted something interesting in the group.

Su Yueling: Got it. I'll be there.

An Wuyang's ex-girlfriend was actually going to attend the class reunion he'd organized?

Interesting.

Sun Zhiming wondered if he could use this to humiliate An Wuyang.

But after thinking it over, he couldn't see a way.

Sun Zhiming came from a wealthy family too. He knew that Su Yueling meant nothing to An Wuyang anymore.

Especially after the breakup—she was even less significant.

So trying to shame An Wuyang through Su Yueling wasn't a good plan. It might even backfire.

An Wuyang and the Wugengtian Group. Let's see how long you can hold out. Sun Zhiming sneered inwardly.

At the An Family home.

An Wuyang paid no attention to the chatter in the class group, nor did he notice Su Yueling's reply about attending the reunion. He was busy refining his plan to purchase the electronic waste.

Before going to bed last night, he'd listed three unresolved issues for the procurement plan. Today, he needed to work out the finer details.

For example, how would he get access to that batch of electronic waste?

And why would the seller choose him as the buyer?

How had this pie-in-the-sky opportunity landed on his head?

But just as An Wuyang was pondering these questions, the Happy Life System fed him the corresponding answers directly in his mind.

The source of this batch of valuable electronic waste is the White Eagle Warehouse Treasure Hunt. The relevant auction documents and video files are stored at the White Eagle branch of Shadow Shield Security Company.

The sales relationship stems from the host saving the life of Tom Clancy, head of the White Eagle branch of Shadow Shield Security Company, during the host's time in White Eagle. This is the repayment.

The $10 million in procurement funds will be used for the development of the White Eagle branch of Shadow Shield Security Company.

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Fine, fine, fine!

So that's how it works?

An Wuyang realized he'd underestimated the Happy Life System. It had already filled in every last detail flawlessly.

Whether it was the source of the electronic waste, the cause-and-effect of the sales relationship, or the purpose of the procurement funds—everything was laid out crystal clear.