Just as expected.
If Zhang Wei ever started a company, he'd surely be destitute, but who can argue with fate? With a billionaire father, no amount of folly can shake his identity as a second-generation rich kid.
"Zhang Wei, what are you up to?" Yang Jian greeted him at that moment and walked over.
It seemed like a long time since they had last hung out.
Zhang Wei turned immediately, his previously angry face suddenly beaming with a smile, "Damn, Brother Tui, you went to the countryside for New Year's and didn't take me with you? Left me toiling away in the office, busy as hell and dead tired. Wang Shanshan's old man went on holiday too, and if not for me holding the fort, this company would have nearly gone under."
He boasted shamelessly, acting as if the company's growth depended solely on him.
"Why would you go to the countryside with me? There's nothing fun there. Besides, there was a bit of trouble, some people died," Yang Jian said calmly.
