At this mont, if it was Wang Yan with the phone, he’d definitely flirt a little, but Zhang Yang is more composed by nature, and since he’s basically confird his relationship with Lin Nianwei, Zhang Yang tends to keep himself restrained.
After reading the ssage, Zhang Yang hesitated for just a second before tossing it onto the bed as if he hadn’t seen it, then took off his T-shirt and strolled to the bedroom to take a shower.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang, having showered, got into bed shirtless, naturally turned off the lights, and went to sleep, without replying to the ssage at all.
anwhile, Sun Yi, on the other end of the phone, waited for a long ti without receiving a response. Pouting in annoyance, she eventually gave up waiting and turned off the lights to sleep.
...
In the blink of an eye, it’s been a week since Zhang Yang’s team returned.
Wang Yan personally paid to have the winning off-road vehicle from the competition registered under his na, and so the car race ca to a close.
The company had resud normal operations, and the team’s broadcasters continued their daily live streams, managing their accounts’ private traffic and expanding brand awareness.
Since the last strategic developnt adjustnt eting, the company has undergone noticeable structural changes in its operations.
Not only have several new regional agents been developed, but the performance of the ground-promotion sales reps has also been climbing steadily.
Especially with their flagship product, fernted corn, it’s cheap and consud in large quantities. Distributors can use it inexpensively and sell it to fishing friends through their contacts, making a profit.
Various orders of all sizes keep coming in, and the factory’s production is always running at full capacity.
Amid Zhang Yang’s team’s steady progress, ng Fan, who went to Hubei to learn new skills, has not been having a good ti recently.
In Hubei, at the Zhongsheng Fishing Tackle’s student dormitories.
ng Fan returned to his residence, sweaty from head to toe.
Currently, Zhongsheng Fishing Tackle isn’t very large, and the accommodation conditions aren’t good either.
The dorm is an old-fashioned building under the company’s managent, shaded by the front buildings, allowing sunlight only briefly in the afternoon, with the room slling moldy due to the persistent dampness.
Four people share a room, sleeping on bunk beds, and the old fan inside, even at its highest setting, barely rotates, providing little coolness to the people inside.
As for wash facilities, they’re even worse. Without a bathroom in the room, one has to pay for a short-term room outside to shower, or fetch water from the washroom in a big basin and wipe down with a towel.
Such living conditions had greatly distressed ng Fan, who was used to keeping things tidy; he’s never stayed in a place like this before.
Nevertheless, ng Fan persisted, gritting his teeth every day to train hard, consistently completing the training plans as scheduled.
To be precise, ng Fan hasn’t officially beco a disciple and hence shouldn’t use the term master.
Lv Zhongsheng, Lv the Fishing King, is quite cautious about accepting students, and only those he observes and approves have the chance to formally enter; the current students in the fishing school class are still under observation.
"Hey, Xiao ng is back! Didn’t bring so beer and snacks? You must’ve won quite a bit this afternoon, didn’t you?"
As ng Fan walked in, a young guy sitting on the bunk bed’s top near the window greeted him.
This guy’s na is Geng Feng, about twenty-five or twenty-six, and he’s the oldest in the dorm, making him the de facto dorm leader.
ng Fan grinned, "Nah, just got lucky twice! I ate outside before coming back!"
"Damn! You’re being stingy! Won’t treat us after winning money? We’ve been waiting for you to eat dinner, and you’re not even considerate!"
Hearing ng Fan didn’t bring back beer and snacks, a guy as thin as a monkey, sitting on the lower bunk, complained rudely.
This guy is Mao Wenhou, nicknad Mao Hou, skinny and tanned from frequent outdoor training without sun-protective clothing.
"What? Mao Hou, how many tis have you treated when you won? Do I owe you?" ng Fan’s smile faded as he squinted slightly at the sowhat abrasive Mao Hou.
ng Fan wasn’t one to lack money and didn’t mind spending a little on snacks and beer.
But not minding doesn’t an ng Fan is a fool; he didn’t care much for these roommates and frankly couldn’t be bothered.
Where there are people, there are conflicts; where there’s camaraderie, there’s discord.
Even with classmates learning fishing together in the sa dorm, it wasn’t peaceful.
As the youngest and low-key newcor, ng Fan appeared easygoing, which made his roommates take him for a pushover.
Initially, they asked for cigarettes, and it escalated to the point where they’d take them directly from ng Fan’s bedhead without asking,
but it didn’t stop there; the other three would frequently ask ng Fan to run errands, treat them, essentially taking advantage of him.
They would find any excuse to make him spend at least fifty to a hundred yuan.
Initially, ng Fan tried to avoid trouble and maintain peace, but he soon realized the more he gave in, the worse they got.
Now, ng Fan doesn’t associate with them; he eats and trains alone, like a lone ranger.
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