A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

The busy night finally came to an end, and the sun rose as usual the next day.

Li Mu wouldn't tell everyone that he had dinner with the eldest son of the provincial procuratorate chief the night before, nor would he reveal the ulterior motives and ruthlessness he harbored.

As I said before... while doing these things, he even found that he felt no pressure at all.

How ruthless can a person be, capable of killing themselves?

Unless you lay your heart bare before the sun, no one will ever know.

But he couldn't cut it open, because he would die.

So all I could do was calmly put my mind at ease, go to work as usual, clock in, and watch Zhou Long at the morning meeting with a calm yet lively gaze.

It can't be too rigid, or like looking at a dead person.

Others will find out.

In the afternoon, he received a text message from Wang Hai.

The hotel reservation has been made.

So, Li Mu dialed Fang Wentao's number:

"Hey Wentao, are you free tonight?"

"Oh? It's nothing, senior. What's wrong?"

"Don't drink at noon. I'll take you to a dinner party tonight."

"Well……"\

Fang Wentao hesitated for a moment, then immediately agreed:

"Okay, senior."

Throughout the entire day, Li Mu didn't see Bie Yan and had no idea where she had gone.

He didn't ask.

After clocking out, I checked the time and left.

He spotted Fang Wentao waiting at the door immediately.

"Senior."

"Okay, let's go get the car first."

Li Mu hailed a taxi, and after the two got in, Fang Wentao asked curiously:

"Senior, what kind of party is this tonight?"

"I'll introduce you to a few people at a friend's gathering."

Li Mu didn't say much, and Fang Wentao had indeed grown a lot in the past few months, so he didn't ask any further questions, but simply opened his backpack:

"Senior, I've prepared these."

Li Mu glanced inside and found two cartons of milk and a bag of small bread rolls.

He smiled and shook his head:

"No need, we won't need this tonight."

"Huh? You don't drink?"

"Drink it, but no one will force you to."

Upon hearing this, Fang Wentao paused for a moment, and his expectations diminished somewhat.

He thought his senior was just trying to make connections for him, but... if no one was drinking, or rather, "no one was forcing me to drink," then it meant that there didn't seem to be any "big shots" at this drinking party.

There was a certain sense of disappointment.

What he needs now isn't connections, but GG business...

At this moment, he heard Li Mu ask:

"Do you have any specific targets? How long is the internship? How much business do I need to generate to become a full-time employee?"

"There's no explicit rule, they just say it's based on performance during the internship. But... my mentor thinks that if I get 30,000 to 50,000 in business, I'll definitely be fine. The reason the company hired us, instead of hiring ready-made salespeople with some social experience, is mainly to train us from the beginning. While those with mature sales skills would be better, in the long run, they don't align with the department's direction."

Hearing this, Li Mu nodded.

I already have a plan in mind.

Starting from scratch? It seems they're not cultivating any elite players, but rather replenishing the faction with fresh blood.

The blanker the sheet of paper, the easier it is to cultivate.

A true gentleman will die for one who understands him; offer a little reward, and he'll risk his life.

Tsk.

Moreover, if the group really wanted to generate revenue through these trainee salespeople, it would have starved long ago.

Therefore, the focus is not on how much business you can generate during your internship, but on demonstrating your abilities.

Being able to bring in business, big or small, is a demonstration of ability.

It seems that this is the main focus of the evaluation.

He had a plan in mind and knew how to start the conversation that evening.

Soon, the car arrived at the hot pot restaurant from yesterday, and the two got into the Santana.

Li Mu drove towards Wang Haifa's address.

During this time, he learned from Fang Wentao that the intern sales staff in the GG department were indeed having a very "bad" time.

I wore my shoes down to the bone every day, printed four or five boxes of business cards, but they all disappeared without a trace. Even if I had a few interested clients, I quickly gave up the idea after hearing that even the lowest-paid male employee at the Southern Metropolis Daily earned several thousand yuan a day.

He bluntly stated, "You guys are way too expensive."

But they never consider how valuable a single page on the GG page is for a newspaper with a daily output of over a million.

Especially for these trainee salespeople, whenever they have a potential client, they have to treat them to meals and drinks… The worst part is, they can shield their mentors from drinking without spending any money, at most just putting on a little physical strain. But when they're negotiating with their own clients, the meals and drinks cost them real money.

"Wentao, what do your parents do?"

"My parents run a small shop in our town."

"You've had it tough too..."

"..."\

Fang Wentao remained silent.

Indeed, his internship stipend over the past two months has been pitifully low, forcing him to pay out of his own pocket... If he can't stay on, it will truly be a wasted effort.

I can only hope to be officially hired, because only then can I apply for the entertainment allowance.

During their casual conversation, Fang Wentao suddenly realized... they had arrived at a restaurant that looked very luxurious.

"Sea Emperor... Senior, are we going to eat here?"

"right."\

Li Mu parked the car and smiled:

"I'll treat you to a nice meal tonight."

"This...is someone else treating tonight?"

"yes."\

Upon hearing Li Mu's agreement, Fang Wentao's first thought was, "How much will this meal cost?"

The meal budget... I'm afraid it'll be three or four hundred per person?

But in reality, when he was greeted by the waiter and walked into the hotel lobby, seeing the huge fish tank filled with all kinds of large crabs and lobsters, he felt that three or four hundred might not be enough to keep him there.

Of course, if the food is cheaper, there shouldn't be any problem.

But... who exactly treated my senior to dinner today?

Confused, he could only follow his senior upstairs.

After habitually touching his pocket, his expression suddenly changed:

"Senior...I need to go buy two packs of cigarettes."

This place is so luxurious, even Yuxi might not be as impressive.

Get... to China!

Li Mu was taken aback, then smiled and waved his hand:

"Need not."\

As he spoke, he continued leading the way, and soon they arrived at a double-doored building with the address VIP888.

Fang Wentao's lips twitched...

Is the door that big?

How many people are needed?

But... he suddenly realized that perhaps his senior was just "supporting actor" today.

This wasn't a dinner specifically for the senior students.

He instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the door opened, and a strong smell of secondhand smoke wafted out.

Inside the luxurious… no, I should say opulent private room, several people were sitting behind small tables in the waiting area watching, while the four sitting around seemed to be playing mahjong.

These people look like successful individuals.

The middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader glanced over and suddenly chuckled:

"Haha, Little Li~!"

Li Mu walked over with a smile:

"Brother Hai."

"Oh dear, come quick, come quick! I've been waiting for you. If you don't come soon, I'm going to lose everything!"

"Ha ha."\

Li Mu smiled and walked over, giving Wang Hai a hug.

When Wang Hai stood up, everyone else followed suit, clearly showing their respect for him.

"Wentao, let me introduce you. Wang Hai, you can just call him Brother Hai. He's known as 'Wang Half-City,' he owns half of Guangzhou. Brother Hai, Fang Wentao, is my junior from school. We work in the same unit."

"Ha ha ha ha……"\

Everyone laughed.

Wang Hai, on the other hand, was speechless, but ignored his younger brother's teasing. Instead, he glanced at the somewhat awkward young man, and seeing that he was still in a daze, he took the initiative to extend his hand:

"Hello, Reporter Fang."

Fang Wentao quickly regained his senses and stepped forward:

"Hello, Hai-ge. I've often heard my senior mention you; I've heard so much about you."

"Haha~ Come on, let's stop playing cards and start the feast! Waiter, go, prepare the dishes!"

The moment Fang Wentao heard Wang Hai's words, he, who could be considered well-versed in drinking etiquette, immediately realized something was wrong...

In this situation, shouldn't everyone sit down at the table only after the guests arrive?

But as soon as the senior student came over, he told me to sit at the table. Could it be...?

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He felt a buzzing in his head.

Inside the luxurious private room, they watched their senior classmate chatting and laughing with Wang Hai as they walked towards the dining table.

Especially when he saw his senior and this Hai-ge politely declining the seat of honor, he finally realized that tonight, in this luxurious hotel and lavish private room, the person Wang Hai was hosting was really… his senior!?

Just then, Li Mu, who was sitting next to Wang Hai, saw that Fang Wentao was still in a daze, so he waved to him:

"Wentao, come and sit down."

Li Mu pointed to the seat next to him.

That location...

For him, who could only enter and leave high-end hotels with his master, it was once an unattainable dream.

He usually works at the food runner position.

But now...

He quickly regained his composure, suppressing his surprise and slight panic, and hurried over.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed, through a change of perspective, several bottles of Moutai were placed at the serving table next to the private room.

Then, a waiter came in carrying a gold platter containing steaming towels.

And look at these tableware...

Everything indicated that this dinner party was quite expensive.

This restaurant is really high-end.

So, why did Hai Ge invite his senior to dinner here...?

Do you have any requests?

Or is there an ulterior motive?

Just then, a sound was suddenly heard:

"Oh right, I just wanted to let you know."

Wang Hai smiled at the group of middle-aged people sitting around the table and said:

"If you want to boost the campaign and expand the publicity, remember to contact Reporter Fang. She's just starting out and really needs work. You'll have to give her a lot of support!"

Fang Wentao was stunned...

Then I saw several middle-aged men nodding in agreement and smiling at me.

no……\

You... Hai-ge, are you being so blunt?

Why did you suddenly bring me up?

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ah?\

Could it be...?

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard his senior's words:

"Brother Hai, is it really that straightforward?"

"

Haha, everyone here tonight is one of us. Why beat around the bush when we're all friends? Your junior is having trouble, of course we'll support him.

"Then I'll thank Brother Hai on Wentao's behalf."

"Hahaha."\

Seeing his senior chatting and laughing with Hai Ge, Fang Wentao instinctively wanted to grab a drink and have a go.

But unfortunately...

No wine.

The banquet has just begun; the cold dishes haven't even been served yet.

But... a huge pie just fell right on his head.

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