Once everyone had quieted down.
Su Yang began to recount the story slowly.
"When I was in college, I took a summer job at a gym."
"You're so rich, and you still worked part-time?" Zhang Ziming suddenly blurted out, breaking the atmosphere they had just established.
"Tsk! What's wrong with you? I'd just gotten into the mood, and you had to interrupt?" Su Yang glared at Zhang Ziming.
"Some of what I say has definitely been embellished. Don't interrupt me again."
"Fine, fine, fine." Zhang Ziming chuckled and shut his mouth.
After thinking for a moment, Su Yang continued, "When I was working at that gym, I met a male coworker named Chen. We were both temporary workers at the time, so we could only do sales-related work."
"Every day, we handed out flyers and stuffed small cards into mailboxes in residential communities. One day, Chen and I went to canvass an apartment building."
"We took a stack of small cards, randomly picked one building, and rode the elevator to the twenty-eighth floor—the top floor. When canvassing a building, we usually started from the top and worked our way down, putting cards into every household's mailbox."
"Each floor of that building had two stairwells, but the stairwells were arranged in a staggered layout. You know what I mean?"
As he spoke, he looked at the others, and they all nodded.
Su Yang continued, "The two of us split up, each taking one side and going downstairs to put in the cards. It was a little more efficient that way."
At this point, Su Yang paused, picked up the red wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and continued.
"That building had two elevators and four apartments on each floor. I was putting in cards as usual. When I