Manager Cong had approached them not only for the two reasons Feng Jun had considered, but also for another important reason: to build momentum for the young master.
Mingyang Advertising Company had recently begun expanding into the Funiu market. The young master had personally come ahead to scout things out, which showed just how seriously the company took it.
However, the local partners in Yang City were no pushovers either. Since they were cooperating, both sides naturally had to fight for their interests on solid grounds—Mingyang might be famous, but please, this was Yang City, not Sprout City.
Under those circumstances, Manager Cong suddenly discovered that the man having a late-night meal with two beauties was actually someone who had resigned from the company?
Feng Jun was very different from a year ago. He looked far more energetic, his slightly plump figure had become well-proportioned, and he even seemed to have grown taller.
Manager Cong could tell that this guy seemed to be doing fairly well. But no matter how well he was doing, how far could he have gotten in just one year? Compared to Mingyang, he was still at least two streets behind.
He wanted Feng Jun to come over and offer a toast partly to support the young master's image: See that? Even a man dining late at night with two beauties had to take the initiative to toast our young master.
—You might be the local big shots in Yang City, but Mingyang Advertising Company's influence was everywhere.
Yet he had never expected Feng Jun, who had always worked quietly at the company and had known how to read the room, to disdain even speaking to him.
Manager Cong immediately flew into a rage from embarrassment. Fortunately, he knew the young master and their partners were