“What do you mean?” Chen Siwei’s face suddenly darkened, a cold light flashing in his narrowed eyes. A construction company owner, how could he not have some hidden dealings?
“Nothing special,” Hao Yunyang stood up, casually taking out a business card from his bag and placing it next to Chen Siwei, laughing softly: “Just a friendly reminder that in research, the first to develop something has value. Once you fall behind, you’ll only be eating dust. Here’s my card. Mr. Chen can call me for a meal if you have time. I love freeloading meals.”
Leaving a meaningful smile, Hao Yunyang picked up his things and turned to leave.
Chen Siwei sat in his lounger, squinting and watching Hao Yunyang leave the rest area, his eyes flickering with an inscrutable light, seemingly lost in thought.
About half a minute later, Chen Siwei curled his mouth, casually picking up Hao Yunyang’s business card. It was well-made, but with little useful information. The card’s background was white, with three auspicious clouds intertwined in the middle, and a lifelike dragon roaring, seemingly about to break through the clouds and soar into the sky, majestic.
On this card, there was only a name and a phone number. Nothing else.
“Hao Yunyang,” Chen Siwei muttered, a flash of light crossing his eyes.
“Damn, why show off?” Outside the rest area, Hao Yunyang sighed, carrying a bag in one hand and holding a phone, wearing only a bathrobe with nothing underneath.
Although people walking around, including the massage girls, were wearing thin bathrobes, the exposed parts still made Hao Yunyang uncomfortable. But he couldn’t go far because Wang Shiyu hadn’t returned.
Standing there and smiling bitterly, Hao Yunyang went to the bar, ordered a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes, a plate of Kung Pao chicken, and two bottles of beer, sitting at a nearby dining table, drinking alone.
Fifteen minutes later, Wang Shiyu returned, immediately seeing Hao Yunyang smoking at the table, slowly walking over and lowering his voice: “Boss”
“Hmm?” Hao Yunyang looked up.
“The girls here are expensive.”
Hao Yunyang was stunned: “How much?”
“I only called three, but it cost me six thousand yuan,” Wang Shiyu said somewhat indignantly. “I never paid this much in Africa.”
“White girls?”
A look of heartache crossed Wang Shiyu’s face. After a long sigh: “Black.”
