The Golden Week holiday flew by, and before long, classes had started again.
Apart from the first day, when Hua Jian had met those young masters on the second floor, he had stayed on the first floor the entire time.
He hadn't even seen "President Bo," who had driven him home that day, again.
Bo... could he be from the Bo Group, the most famous company in A City?
Its businesses included telecommunications, education, medical equipment, new energy, and more.
But whether he was or not had nothing to do with Hua Jian. Hua Jian wouldn't set foot in another upscale venue like that private estate, so naturally, he wouldn't see "President Bo" again either.
They belonged to two different worlds.
"Xiao Jian, business still hasn't been great since the renovation. We talked it over and want to start livestreaming like the other bars, with you on camera. What do you think?"
Brother Sun was one of the bar's owners, and he had been something of a benefactor to Hua Jian.
After receiving his acceptance letter from A University's Department of Arts, Hua Jian, who had only just turned eighteen, had brought his ID and traveled from his hometown to A City to find work.
Brother Sun came from the same hometown as Hua Jian. When Hua Jian had applied for a job, he had taken pity on him and let him eat and stay at the bar for the entire holiday.
Hua Jian had always respected Brother Sun, so he phrased his refusal tactfully. "Brother Sun, I don't have any special talents, and I'm no good with words. I can't do this."
Brother Sun was a burly man in his forties, over six feet tall. Now, he wore an ingratiating smile. "Xiao Jian, I've treated you pretty well,