Xie Wanghe knew that some things were better done sooner rather than later. He had never even met Wang Yue, so he sighed and said, "Bro, you know how much of myself I've poured into the yearbook. It's something President Li has poured his heart into, too. I'm sure you know how much he's done for it.
But now that I've graduated, I need a job. The problem is, two tigers can't share one mountain. I don't want to turn on someone who's helped me, either. I just don't know what to do.
Bro, I know you're good at figuring things out. Do you have any advice for me?"
Hearing him put it that way, Wang Yue was at a loss for words. There was no way to have it both ways. Xie Wanghe simply hadn't had the foresight to see that.
So Wang Yue said, exasperated, "Wanghe, I thought it was something serious. You're stumped by something this simple? Have you wasted all those years studying economics?"
Hearing that, Xie Wanghe realized at once that Wang Yue really did have an answer. He had racked his brains without coming up with anything, so he asked uncertainly, "Bro, you mean this isn't hard? Do you have a way to make it work out for both of us?"
Wang Yue's time was precious, and Xie Wanghe still hadn't figured it out, so he simply explained, "Wanghe, you need to understand that the yearbook's home market is your foundation. After you graduate, you'd just be working there like any other employee. There wouldn't be much point to it.
"You can leave the domestic business in President Li's capable hands and focus on building an international presence. Try to take the yearbook overseas.
"If you can successfully replicate the yearbook abroad, that'll be