Have You Achieved Financial Freedom?
Zhang Yang picked up his phone and glanced at it.
"Old classmate, long time no see. You still remember me, right?" Zhou Xiaoyi had sent him a message.
"Yeah, I remember." Zhang Yang replied.
"Haha, I feel like you're still the same as you were in middle school. You still don't talk much—quite reserved." Zhou Xiaoyi typed rapidly, exchanging a round of task-like pleasantries. "So, there's something I'd like to ask you, my old classmate, to help with. Um... are you free for a voice call right now?"
"I'm free. Go ahead and call." Zhang Yang sighed softly. How could he not know what this was about?
A moment later, the voice call came through.
Zhang Yang walked out onto the balcony and answered it.
"Hello, Zhang Yang. So, here's the thing—I'm working in self-media now." Zhou Xiaoyi explained the whole situation.
Zhang Yang didn't interrupt and quietly listened on.
"Look, it just so happens that I landed on you. What do you think, old classmate? Would it be convenient for me to come visit you?" Zhou Xiaoyi asked over the call.
"You're welcome to visit, of course. But recording my current situation and posting it online... that wouldn't be very appropriate. It's not very convenient for me personally." Zhang Yang turned her down tactfully.
"You're still as shy as ever. Be more confident—there's nothing to be embarrassed about showing. Look at our old classmates. Most of them are living ordinary, average lives. Old classmate, just agree to it, okay?" Zhou Xiaoyi said with a smile.
"Fine, then come over." Zhang Yang nodded.
At worst, when Zhou Xiaoyi arrived, he could let her film and post only selected parts. He wasn't the kind of person to fuss over such things.
"Great! Then I'll head to