"It has to be at Xilin."
"Alright, there's nothing else then."
"Goodbye."
The next moment, hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Zhang Hongcai felt a sense of emptiness.
That young kid was still as stubborn as ever.
But inexplicably, Zhang Hongcai had a feeling of his faith collapsing.
Suddenly, he thought of Xu Changshu.
Professor Xu hadn't been in touch with him for a long time after going to Xilin, and had hardly participated in any academic activities.
Could it be that Qiao Ze's way of doing things was contagious?
Back when Xu Changshu was at Yanbei, he would often attend various conferences.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hongcai pulled up Xu Changshu's number on his phone and called it.
Soon, the call was answered on the other end.
"Hello, Director Zhang, what's up?"
"What, Professor Xu, is it the rule at Xilin University that you can't make a call to catch up unless it's for business?" Zhang Hongcai couldn't help but make a snide remark.
