Fang Dongxu carried a bag in one hand, taking out coffees with the other and setting them on each desk.
His hand paused when he reached Yi Jiahui.
That cup had different packaging from everyone else's, matching the one he was holding himself.
Yi Jiahui didn't look up. Her fingers rested motionless on the proposal.
Fang Dongxu withdrew his hand, went over to Wang Xiaoliang, pulled up a chair, and sat down. He glanced around the office, then tilted his head to peer out the window.
"Doesn't look like this storefront gets much foot traffic, but you've rented it out, so all you need to do is collect rent. This second floor... looks rented out too? Nice, Xiaoliang. Really nice."
He jerked his chin toward the backyard. "The backyard will probably be hard to rent out, but this is plenty. A steady income, rain or shine."
Wang Xiaoliang flipped through the proposals without looking up. "Did you come specifically to inspect our work, Mr. Fang? Or specifically to check on us?"
"Don't. How would I dare act like your boss?" Fang Dongxu leaned back in his chair and changed tack. "I came here specifically to ask you a favor."
Only then did Wang Xiaoliang look up. "Ask me a favor?"
"Xu Zixiong has a concert in Fucheng next month. My girlfriend wants front-row seats. Could you get Zijin to help us get two tickets? Money's no object."
"Why ask Zijin? It's not her concert."
"If it were hers, I'd give you two tickets."
"She's a special guest. My girlfriend really likes Zijin too-"
"One million."
Fang Dongxu froze. "Xiaoliang, quit joking. What concert is worth a million?"
"Didn't you say money was no object? One million. If you can't pay, don't ask."
"If you won't help, just say so. Why