"Have a seat. We're all friends here." Zhang Yang smiled and invited him to sit down.
The young man gave off a pretty good first impression. He looked modest and polite, with the fresh, slightly handsome air of someone who actually got things done—not some spoiled second-generation rich kid who only knew how to have fun.
Zhang Yang had made quite a few friends in Magic City, and they could come in handy at critical moments.
But compared with his connections in Beijing... well, they were ultimately a little less impressive.
Du Xiaochen's family business ranked among the top thirty private enterprises in Magic City, with assets in the tens of billions. Naturally, he was on a completely different level from those people and was worth befriending.
"Thanks, Brother Zhang." Du Xiaochen found a seat nearby and sat down.
Now that everyone had arrived, there was no need to wait.
That was the advantage of a private jet—it could take off whenever they wanted.
Before long, the ground gradually fell away as the plane shot into the sky. Not long after, the Cessna had reached the clouds more than ten thousand meters above the ground.
The flight attendant brought over tea and snacks.
Du Xiaochen politely thanked her, then struck up a quiet conversation with Zhang Yang. Throughout the trip, he remained humble and courteous.
Since he had been introduced by Li Xingyu, and Zhang Yang had a fairly good impression of him, Zhang Yang did not put on any aloof airs and chatted with him quite amiably the whole way.
"There aren't many second-generation entrepreneurs as hardworking as you," Zhang Yang remarked with a smile.
"Can't be helped." Du Xiaochen shook his head and smiled. "My older sister and brother-in-law are both senior executives in the group now, and