Zheng Sike decisively left his name and mobile number.
He might have had some miscellaneous thoughts—no one could avoid that—but at heart, he thought: This was Old Third's intention. He didn't want to be pushed around, so I had to help him preserve his dignity!
As for the consequences, after hanging up, he pondered them for a long while. Even more than half an hour later, his heartbeat had yet to return to normal. Still, three words—no regrets!
The worst poverty could bring was begging; as long as one did not die, there would always be a chance to rise! If he could not even support his own brother's dignity... then he deserved to beg for the rest of his life.
Before his emotions had fully settled, his phone rang again. The caller ID showed "Hidden Number."
He actually knew about hidden numbers. Some people simply did not want their numbers displayed, so they paid the carrier for that service. It was also known as "no-number caller ID" or "unknown caller."
Ordinary people rarely used that function. In Zheng Sike's impression, only mid-to-senior executives at telecommunications companies might use it when conducting spot checks.
Who among ordinary people would answer a call like that? Sneaking around like that—if I didn't answer, I would not offend any leader. Since I wasn't in a service position, why should I answer?
Precisely because of that, the feature had never caught on. It was an attempt by telecom companies to be "out of touch with the public."
But now that such a hidden-number call had come in, Zheng Sike thought about it and felt that he should answer.
A very kindly voice came through the phone. "Hello, is this Junior Zheng? I'm Senior Tao, in Qian Province."
An outstanding alumnus had actually called him