After dealing with the six messages, no one else messaged him. Zhao Fu's social circle was still rather cold. While handling those messages, Zhao Fu also joined two groups.
One was a group from his high school days. After three years as classmates, Zhao Fu had more or less formed some attachment. In the future, everyone would go their separate ways, and they might never see each other again. It was a rather melancholy thought, so Zhao Fu joined it.
The other was a group from his university days, created by Zheng Dong, who had pulled everyone from the class into it.
Both groups were active now, and people should have been talking in both. Zhao Fu opened the first group—the high school group.
Hao Qun: "Brother Gao! Struck it rich lately, huh? When are you going to look after your old classmates?"
Zhan Lirong: "Brother Gao was already extraordinary back in school. Now he's even more remarkable. He manages hundreds of people and earns over three hundred thousand a month. I'm really so envious!"
Li Can: "Brother Gao! You're a huge tycoon now! When are you treating your brothers to drinks?"
Gao Changfeng: "Haha! I just built a small faction in Apocalypse World. It's really nothing. Don't worry, when I have time, I'll definitely treat you all to a big feast."
After sending that message, Gao Changfeng also sent out a one-thousand-yuan red packet. Everyone who had been lurking immediately burst into action, scrambling to grab it.
At that moment, someone named Li Ba spoke up. "Eh! Even our class flower Liu is here. I heard you're getting married—is that true? Getting married so early makes my heart hurt."
Wang Changyong: "Yeah! Class flower Liu, are you really getting married? My heart hurts too! Back then, you were the