On the day of the annual meeting, Fu Yu got up especially early.
He changed into the high-end men's clothes he bought at the mall earlier. Although they were autumn styles, he had been so busy recently that he unknowingly lost some weight, allowing him to wear thin autumn pants underneath when trying them on.
Anyway, he was going to the provincial city by car, so wearing a down jacket wouldn't make him too cold.
Besides that, Fu Yu carefully shaved his beard, styled his hair, and tidied himself to look clean and neat.
While checking his appearance in the mirror, Zhao Meng came over.
Seeing Fu Yu dressed in new attire, Zhao Meng nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, you look quite energetic in this outfit."
After complimenting him, Zhao Meng handed Fu Yu the black plastic bag he was carrying: "Take this pack of cigarettes with you. If you run into someone later, offer them one. In these kinds of situations, details are particularly important."
