Was the adult world really made up of one dinner gathering after another?
Business was discussed over meals, connections were built over meals, apologies were made over meals, and celebrations of success were even more inseparable from meals.
Wang Xiaoliang felt he had attended too many dinner gatherings lately.
Still, there was no denying that things really could get done over a meal!
The dinner Fang Dongxu had hosted last night had directly led to today's negotiation.
Nine in the morning, at Shuangyang Coffee.
Soft music played in the café. A few customers sat scattered in the corners, each with a cup of coffee, looking at the computers in front of them, a picture of peaceful contentment.
No one would have guessed that the atmosphere at a table for six in the very back of the café was far less relaxed.
Wang Xiaoliang sat furthest in, with Zhou Qiang in the middle and an empty seat beside him reserved for Kong Xiuyun.
Opposite them sat three men.
Fang Dongxu sat directly across from Wang Xiaoliang. The laptop screen in front of him was packed with spreadsheets, but he never glanced at it. He simply kept his head down, idly twirling a pen.
The pen tip danced back and forth between his fingers, betraying his agitation.
Beside him was the man in black they had met on opening day. Today, he wore a cream-colored jacket. The pale clothing made his already dark expression look even darker. An earbud sat in one ear, and his fingers swiped rapidly across his phone screen.
Apparently, no short video could hold his attention anymore.
A hundred-yuan bill sat incongruously in front of him.
It was Fang Dongxu's money.
Fang Dongxu had used that bill to buy the three lattes in front of Wang Xiaoliang and