Han Chang was surprised. All at once, he felt as though he could no longer see Gao Yuan clearly.
By all rights, Gao Yuan was merely a small-time boss, yet what he was doing now was not the sort of thing a small-time boss ought to be doing.
If Gao Yuan had known what Han Chang was thinking at that moment, he would surely have shouted in grievance, "I have a system, okay?!"
Having read countless webnovels, Gao Yuan understood one rule all too well: if you transmigrated back to the Qing Dynasty and didn't rebel, you'd be sticking an electric drill up your ass. The saying still applied today.
Gao Yuan had never understood what kind of mindset those guys had, the ones who got a system and immediately devoted themselves to making money and chasing women.
It was as if they had not seen a woman in tens of thousands of years. The moment they spotted a female, they could no longer walk, and a scheming bitch only had to smile at them before they handed over their shares.
Mr. Lu Xun had once said that being a simp was a disease.
It needed treatment.
Life held more than women and cash; it also held poetry and fields in the distance.
Pavel Korchagin had once said that a person should live like this: when looking back on the past, they should feel neither regret for wasting their years nor shame for accomplishing nothing.
Behind everything Gao Yuan did lay an exceedingly simple sentiment: he merely wanted to do something meaningful.
Han Chang swallowed hard and asked Gao Yuan seriously, "Is there enough time? After all, there are only fifteen days left before the DuPont Group launches its counterattack."
Counterattack?
Gao Yuan found that choice of words rather interesting,