Lin Wanxi watched Chen Xuan's departing figure, her expression shifting unpredictably, unable to figure out his thoughts.
"He's going out like that, what good office space can he find? It must be some godforsaken place." Zhang Ru's eyes were full of disdain.
"Don't say that, Chen Xuan seemed very certain, he must have a connection." Lin Zhiguo said softly, "Don't forget, Chen Xuan is a local in Jiangnan City."
Zhang Ru pouted, "So what if he's a local? Without ability, he's still a nobody."
"His parents were just ordinary researchers, how many connections could they have? Besides, his parents have passed away, who would give him any face?"
Lin Zhiguo fell silent. The phrase "people leave, tea cools" sounds mournful, but it's also a true depiction of today's society.
Between people, there are no pure friendships, mostly they exist for mutual benefit, with both parties having an unspoken understanding.
