WPG0017: So Detailed! Too Detailed!

The next day, June 27.

A little after 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 holding another reunion. Did you see the messages in the group?'

'Yang Jing: This reunion was organized by that bastard Sun Zhiming.'

'Yang Jing: I'm not going, no matter what!'

Yang Jing was An Wuyang's good friend, and the two of them were very close. Naturally, Yang Jing knew about the conflict between An Wuyang and Sun Zhiming, so he immediately made his position clear: he would not attend this reunion.

An Wuyang saw Yang Jing's messages, then checked the chat history in the class group.

This reunion really had been organized by Sun Zhiming. The reason was to celebrate everyone about to begin their university careers. Since there would be fewer and fewer chances to meet in the future, they should get together one more time.

That bastard Sun Zhiming was even putting on an act in the class group, claiming that he would cover all the expenses for the gathering himself.

After reading the messages, An Wuyang made a decision.

Sun Zhiming was organizing it. Why should he go?

'An Wuyang: I'm not going.'

'An Wuyang: There's been a lot going on in my family lately, and I've been pretty busy.'

'Yang Jing: Okay.'

'Yang Jing: Bro, tell me if you need any help.'

'Yang Jing: My abilities are limited, but if it's something I can do, I'll definitely help.'

Yang Jing's family ran a restaurant business, though it was relatively small. Their total assets were probably worth around ten million yuan, nowhere near the hundred-million-yuan level. They truly couldn't help Wugengtian Pharmaceutical Group.

But the fact that Yang Jing wanted to help was already enough!

'An Wuyang: Thanks, bro. I'll come eat at your place another day.'

'Yang Jing: Come anytime. Just let me know in advance, and I'll reserve a private room.'

An Wuyang's heart stirred. He happened to be planning a dinner gathering to discuss the imported electronic waste. Since he had Yang Jing's connection, why not simply discuss it at the dinner table?

That was perfectly in line with local customs!

'An Wuyang: Bro, does your Huanqing Tower still have any openings the day after tomorrow?'

'An Wuyang: If there's a spot available, arrange a Lakeside Private Room.'

'Yang Jing: I'll call and ask first.'

Less than two minutes later, Yang Jing replied.

'Yang Jing: I reserved the Autumn Shadow Private Room. It seats twelve. Is that suitable?'

'An Wuyang: No problem.'

'Yang Jing: [Huanqing Tower Menu]'

'Yang Jing: Order the dishes first. I'll make the arrangements ahead of time, and the head chef will cook them personally.'

'Yang Jing: All dishes and drinks will be half price. Hehe, bro, am I helpful or what?'

Huanqing Tower was a high-end lakeside restaurant, with an average spending of over 500 yuan per person. Having all the dishes and drinks discounted by half was indeed an excellent deal.

'An Wuyang: Very helpful!'

'An Wuyang: I remember you have a pretty good tolerance for alcohol, right?'

'Yang Jing: I can drink beer all night, and I start with half a kilogram of baijiu.'

'An Wuyang: Then help me entertain the guests and have a few drinks with them?'

'Yang Jing: Easy!'

'Yang Jing: We still have two bottles of Maotai Fifteen Year at the restaurant. Want me to prepare them in advance?'

What "preparing in advance" meant was pouring the Maotai Fifteen Year from its original bottles into decanters beforehand, thereby avoiding certain special circumstances. It was also considered a distinctive part of dining-table culture.

'An Wuyang: I'm just inviting some friends to dinner. We'll decide on the drinks depending on the situation.'

Young people these days did not necessarily like baijiu!

'Yang Jing: All right.'

An Wuyang quickly looked through Huanqing Tower's menu, then ordered the dishes directly. He based the order on a meal for eight and raised the standard to an average of 1,000 yuan per person.

'An Wuyang: Dinner for eight, starting at exactly seven the evening after tomorrow. Is that okay?'

'Yang Jing: No problem!'

'Yang Jing: I'll make sure everything is arranged. All the ingredients will be purchased that afternoon, so they'll definitely be fresh.'

'An Wuyang: Thanks.'

'Yang Jing: Don't mention it.'

Just after An Wuyang finished talking with Yang Jing, Sun Zhiming sent a message tagging him in the class group.

'Sun Zhiming: @An Wuyang: Good brother, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. Remember to come to the reunion tomorrow.'

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

'Sun Zhiming: Six tomorrow evening. Is that okay?'

An Wuyang had no intention of responding to Sun Zhiming. The other man was clearly jumping around in an attempt to disgust him. How could he possibly step forward and let himself be disgusted?

In a moment like this, when he was at a disadvantage, the best choice was to avoid the enemy's edge for now!

Otherwise, stubbornly putting on a brave front would only make him look like a clown.

An Wuyang believed that, with the Happy Life System, he would soon have a chance to slap Sun Zhiming in the face. He might even be able to strike back at Caimai Pharmaceutical. For now, he only needed some time to develop.

Sun Zhiming sent message after message in the class group, but An Wuyang never responded. Eventually, Sun Zhiming also found it pointless.

However, Sun Zhiming noticed an interesting message in the class group!

'Su Yueling: Got it. I'll attend.'

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

Interesting!

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

But after thinking it over and over, he decided there was no opportunity!

Sun Zhiming had also been born into a wealthy family, so he knew very well that Su Yueling held no significance for An Wuyang at all.

Especially after their breakup, Su Yueling meant even less to An Wuyang.

Therefore, using Su Yueling to humiliate An Wuyang was not a good plan. He might even end up being humiliated instead.

'An Wuyang and Wugengtian Group. Let's see how much longer you can hold on!' Sun Zhiming sneered inwardly.

At the An Family residence.

An Wuyang paid no attention to the commotion in the class group. He did not even see Su Yueling say that she would attend the reunion. Instead, he was further refining his plan to purchase electronic waste.

Before going to bed the previous night, he had listed three problems that needed to be solved regarding the electronic-waste procurement plan. Today, he needed to resolve some of the details.

For example, how was he supposed to come into contact with this batch of electronic waste?

And how had the seller chosen him as the buyer?

How had this pie that seemed to fall from the sky landed right on his head?

However, as An Wuyang pondered these questions, the Happy Life System directly provided the corresponding information in his mind.

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

'The reason for this sale is that the host saved the life of Tom Clancy, the person in charge of Shadow Shield Security Company's White Eagle branch, while in White Eagle, thereby receiving this reward.'

'The ten million US dollars used for this purchase will be allocated to the development of Shadow Shield Security Company's White Eagle branch.'

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All right, all right!

So this was how it was going to play things?

An Wuyang admitted that he had underestimated the Happy Life System. It had actually handled all these details with astonishing thoroughness long ago.

Whether it was the source of the electronic waste, the cause-and-effect behind the sales relationship, or the purpose of the purchase funds, everything had been arranged perfectly!