So this is the place.
When he used to work at Jinxiu Comrce, the last team-building event was here.
It was that night when the ga beca reality, and dreams turned into reality.
This is an upscale barbecue restaurant, occupying the third floor of a street-front shop.
Decorations are exquisite, with nurous private rooms and comfortable surroundings.
He pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant.
The air was filled with the aroma of grilled at, mingled with a faint scent of alcohol.
Tang Song took a few steps forward and quickly saw his old classmate, Zhang Lei, sitting by the window.
He was looking down at the nu, focused.
Unlike his appearance back in Quan City, he was wearing a crisp suit, with a clean and tidy hairstyle, exuding a sense of maturity and competence.
"Zhang Lei!" Tang Song greeted with a smile, striding forward.
"Tang Song, long ti no see."
Zhang Lei imdiately stood up and warmly gave him a hug.
"Not bad, looking quite impressive."
Zhang Lei smiled sheepishly, "Well, working in sales, especially now that I deal with big clients, I’ve got to maintain the image. But look at you, getting more handso, no doubt from being in the fashion business. You’re looking quite artistic today."
He keenly noticed that as Tang Song arrived, quite a few young won and housewives in the restaurant were sneaking glances over.
After the two sat down, they ordered dishes while chatting, the atmosphere light and pleasant.
Zhang Lei purposely ordered a bit more and quietly added, "There’s a reason I chose this place. Our company signed a deal with them, and as a salesperson, I have a spending quota every month. Today I’m treating you, not even using my own money."
"Haha, alright, I’m benefiting from your fortune. Your company seems to have pretty good benefits."
"Indeed!" Zhang Lei opened a bottle of Laoshan, filling both their glasses, "Co on, let’s have one first."
"Cheers."
Since it’s a weekday, there weren’t many custors, and their order of barbecue was served quickly.
The cold beer slid down their throats, accompanied by the spicy and delicious kebabs, and the atmosphere between them gradually beca more lively.
In their conversation, Tang Song also learned about Zhang Lei’s current situation.
After joining Zhongcheng Group, he still worked as a channel business specialist in the food and beverage sector, responsible for dealing with major clients like chain supermarkets, convenience stores, and dining enterprises.
Compared to previous jobs, the stress was much less, but the treatnt improved significantly.
He was very satisfied with his current situation.
Counting on his fingers, he told Tang Song: if luck is on his side, he can pay off the family debt next year and then start saving to buy a house and truly settle down in Yan City.
He also had his eye on a female colleague from the company and was contemplating how to pursue her.
Amidst the clinking of glasses, Tang Song saw in his eyes a rare glimr—a hopeful anticipation for the future and contentnt with current life.
Tang Song sincerely felt happy for his old classmate.
Unconsciously, he rembered another classmate from middle school, Zhang Yan.
At this mont.
Zhang Lei suddenly sat up straight, set down his drink, and appeared sowhat nervous.
"What’s wrong?" Noticing his change, Tang Song asked casually.
Zhang Lei pressed his lips together, whispered, "I see our company’s leadership coming... heading our way, I need to say hello."
Tang Song turned around, following his gaze, and indeed saw three figures walking into the restaurant from the entrance.
A young man, about twenty-five or six, led the way, followed by two older n.
Tang Song’s eyes fell on the young man, his brow slightly raised.
He had fair skin, handso features, and a refreshing, clean aura, much like a flower boy from Korean dramas.
Gao Junfeng?
In Tang Song’s mind, the na instantly surfaced.
The reason he had such a deep impression of him was also because of Qiuqiu.
He quickly recalled, back then Gao Junfeng attended the private banking event as the assistant to Su Ping.
And Su Ping was the vice president of Zhongcheng Group.
Under their attention, the three of them walked in.
Zhang Lei quickly stood up, greeted them with a smile, "Assistant Gao, President Wang, Brother Liu, good evening."
"Oh? Zhang Lei." Departnt manager Liu Huixiang nodded with a smile and casually introduced, "This is our new colleague, Zhang Lei."
The other two just lightly acknowledged without paying much attention to this junior employee.
Next, Gao Junfeng’s gaze suddenly fell behind Zhang Lei, his eyes moved, "Tang Song?"
Tang Song held the wine glass, nodding calmly towards him.
Several people looked over in surprise.
Zhang Lei asked excitedly, "Assistant Gao, do you know Tang Song?"
The vice president Su Ping was in charge of the "food and beverage" business, and her assistant, Gao Junfeng, naturally held a position higher than his rank might suggest.
Even the manager of their departnt, Liu Huixiang, showed so deference to Gao Junfeng.
This point was evident from the arrangent of the three’s standing positions at the mont.
Building a connection with Gao Junfeng would undoubtedly be greatly beneficial for his career developnt in Zhongcheng Group.
Gao Junfeng chuckled lightly, "Indeed, I do. We’ve t a few tis."
After speaking, he gave Tang Song a deep look, didn’t linger, and continued walking upstairs.
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