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Gu Pengfei stared at Yin Mingyang across the room with a smile on his lips.

Cheng Haohao and Xu Siyu huddled together, whispering to each other.

"Dafei is definitely going to cause trouble today, mess with Yin Mingyang." Cheng Haohao glanced at Gu Pengfei. "Look at his smile, it's exactly the same smile a mother-in-law gives before checking her son's household registration."

Xu Siyu clicked her tongue: "Why is he targeting Yin Mingyang? I think Mingyang is alright, quite honest. It's just that Shen Kang... he's terrifying."

Cheng Haohao nodded, deeply agreeing, "Old Yin is indeed a decent person."

He had already forgotten that he was there today to "weigh" Yin Mingyang.

He didn't even know what kind of person Yin Mingyang was, whether he was ambitious, whether he treated Huang Jing well, or even whether his name was "Mingyang" or "Mingyang".

But after Shen Kang appeared, all of that suddenly became unimportant.

Because of Shen Kang's presence, it was like a score line that suddenly appeared, clearly dividing the people at the table into two groups: one group was Shen Kang himself, who had an innate "academic genius" level; the other group was everyone else, including Cheng Haohao.

Yin Mingyang happened to be sitting in their group.

This is not just a matter of seating; it's a matter of shared destiny. When the brilliance of academic geniuses sweeps over us, ordinary people don't scrutinize each other; they instinctively huddle together.

Before they even made a move, the situation had already changed from "Huang Jing's friends scrutinizing Yin Mingyang" to "a few ordinary people watching a god, and incidentally sympathizing with the god's nearest neighbor."

Yin Mingyang did nothing, yet he gained the status of being "one of them." It wasn't through performance or flattery, but simply because he, like them, was just an ordinary person.

Of course, Cheng Haohao was not fully aware of all of this.

He just thought "Old Yin is alright".

Then, I'll also worry about what's going to happen to "Old Yin".

"What do you think Dafei will do later?" Cheng Haohao asked in a low voice.

Xu Siyu thought for a moment and said, "What else can I say? It'll just be something like, 'I have a cousin,' 'I know a senior student,' or 'If you have any difficulties in the future, come to me.' And then add, 'Huang Jing grew up with us, so don't let her suffer any injustice.'"

Cheng Haohao glanced at her and smiled, "You seem to know Dafei quite well."

Xu Siyu rolled her eyes at him. "We've been friends for so many years, how could I not know him? Was he like this even before high school? He has some connections, so he likes to act all high and mighty. Believe it or not, he definitely had something up his sleeve today. Don't be fooled by his smiling face; he's probably hiding something inside."

Cheng Haohao nodded. "I think so too."

Fu Lin Xuan is doing very well tonight; all the private rooms are fully booked.

Just as Shen Kang and his group were eating, the door to the "Wangyue Hall" private room opened, and a man walked out.

The man appeared to be in his early forties, with a tall and straight posture, his hair neatly combed and his sideburns cleanly trimmed.

He wore a deep navy cashmere sweater, the collar revealing the light gray trim of a shirt, paired with well-pressed black trousers and subtly polished leather shoes. There were no large logos, no ostentatious accessories, only an extremely thin silver watch on his wrist, as if he didn't want anyone to see the brand.

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The man's name was Gu Jinhua.

After leaving the private room, Gu Jinhua paused, took out her phone, glanced at the text message, and looked somewhat helpless.

He really didn't want to play along with the kids' antics.

But unfortunately, the other party is the only male heir of the Gu family's next generation, and they usually spoil this child. Now they're just going over there casually, showing up, saying a few words, and giving the child some support—just consider it like buying the child a toy gun specifically for the New Year.

Gu Jinhua thought of the child's adorable appearance when he was little, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. She then put away her phone and decided to "pass by" the child.

But just as he took a step, the door to the private room behind him opened again.

A slightly shorter man followed them out.

The slightly shorter man who came out later was also wearing a suit, but he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, looking like a butcher, and reeking of alcohol.

The man's name was Zhang Demin.

"Manager Gu, are you going to the restroom too?" Zhang Demin said with a smile.

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Gu Jinhua glanced at him and nodded. "Is President Zhang going too?"

Zhang Demin quickly caught up with him, walking alongside him. "Go ahead. Perfect timing, the drinks in the private room went down too fast, I just wanted to get some fresh air."

The two walked away side by side.

As Zhang Demin walked, he said, "Director Liang seems to be in a good mood today. Should I arrange some more projects for him later?"

"Mr. Zhang, you can handle it as you see fit."

"Manager Lu, would you like to go back and rest first, or come with us men?"

"Manager Lu is also a remarkable woman; she quite enjoys traveling to Gambia."

"Understood."……

The two walked and talked.

As Gu Jinhua passed through the semi-enclosed area, she slowed her pace.

Just as Zhang Demin was wondering what was going on, he saw Gu Jinhua's gaze sweep over a table next to them.

Zhang Demin also looked towards that table.

There were eight or nine young people sitting at that table; it was clearly a student gathering.

Gu Jinhua looked at one of the young men, who also looked up. Upon seeing Gu Jinhua, he stood up, showing some "surprise" on his face, as if he hadn't expected to see Gu Jinhua here.

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"Uncle."

Gu Jinhua was also somewhat surprised—he acted much more naturally than the young man.

"Xiao Fei?"

After uttering a sound, Gu Jinhua looked at the other people at the table and asked, "Are they all your friends?"

The young man who called Gu Jinhua "Uncle" was Gu Pengfei.

Upon seeing Gu Jinhua, he emerged from between the tables and approached her. "Yes, we're all friends, having dinner together today. Uncle Ya, you're eating here too?"

"Um."

As the two were talking, Cheng Haohao and Huang Jing, who were at the same table, also looked over and saw the two men who looked like bosses.

The people who had been chatting earlier fell silent and quieted down.

Seeing this, Gu Pengfei stood next to Gu Jinhua and introduced him to everyone: "This is my uncle, Gu Jinhua, Philip's manager in Yangcheng. He is in charge of Philip's business in Yangcheng and the surrounding areas."

Gu Pengfei stood slightly in front of Gu Jinhua, his chest puffed out, as if he were introducing someone who was always in the news.

Zhang Demin listened from the side, adding in his mind—it should be "Philips Personal Consumer Business Manager Yangcheng".

Philip's operations are vast, encompassing medical equipment, semiconductors, consumer electronics, lighting, and more. Gu Jinhua, the Yangcheng manager, only handles the personal consumer goods business.

Of course, Zhang Demin would not point this out.

Cheng Haohao and the others, of course, had no idea about this, and they all stood up somewhat awkwardly.

Gu Jinhua quickly waved her hand, "I was just passing by, students, please sit down." She also glanced around at the group of young men and women at the table; they all looked like ordinary university students…

Oh, there's another good student?

Gu Jinhua's gaze lingered on one of the boys for a moment—in front of him were two large books, which at first glance looked like textbooks.

Good.

Gu Jinhua was quite satisfied. He even brought his textbooks to the dinner party, which shows he's a good student. It's great that Xiaofei has such a friend.

They didn't linger there long afterward.

"I was just passing by."

Gu Jinhua said to everyone, "Please enjoy your meal. Put this table on my tab, and we'll have them bring you two more dishes later."

He said it so casually, as if he were saying, "Give the kids some more snacks."

After giving her nephew ample face, Gu Jinhua patted Gu Pengfei on the shoulder, signaling him to go back and sit down, before turning and leaving.

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Zhang Demin did not immediately follow.

He was looking in a certain direction—to the boy with two books in front of him.

Unlike Gu Jinhua's satisfaction when she saw the good student, Zhang Demin looked at the boy's face with a slight frown, as if he was pondering and recalling something.

After Gu Jinhua had taken a few steps, Zhang Demin finally realized what was happening and, without thinking about it anymore, quickly followed her.

When Zhang Demin caught up, Gu Jinhua joked, "Old Zhang, I thought you looked down on the old folks at our table and wanted to eat with the young people."

Zhang Demin laughed heartily, "I'd like to, but I'm an old man now, I'm afraid they wouldn't want me."

They both laughed heartily.

Zhang Demin then explained why he had been distracted and hadn't come over immediately: "I saw someone at that table earlier, someone I think I've seen somewhere before."

Gu Jinhua responded with an "Oh?", not paying much attention. "Xiao Fei and his group are probably all college students. Old Zhang, your daughter is still in high school, right? So, you don't have any college friends who've visited your house?"

Zhang Demin shook his head. "I definitely don't have any friends from university. I must have seen you somewhere else." After saying that, he sighed, "Manager Gu, you even remember my daughter when she was in high school. When I mentioned you to my wife, my daughter knew about you and even asked if you were the uncle who gave her the reading pen."

"That happened so many years ago. How are your grades now, little girl?"

"It's alright, just a little weak in math..."

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After Gu Jinhua and the others left, the atmosphere at Shen Kang's table relaxed.

Xia Nan clapped her hands first, quite happy: "That's great! I thought we'd have to split the bill, but now someone's treating us, haha."

Cheng Haohao then said, "Dafei, your uncle is too awesome. He just invites people like that, this table isn't cheap."

Gu Pengfei waved his hand, smiling faintly: "That's just how he is. If I go out to eat with my friends, he'll definitely interfere. Sometimes it annoys me; he won't even let me pay for a meal."

As he spoke, he sighed, as if he had truly been troubled by this "worry" for a long time.

"But it's not his fault."

Gu Pengfei twirled the lighter between his fingers, speaking casually, "My Uncle Ya has worked at Philips for over ten years. From his earliest days as a salesman, he's worked his way up to being the head of things in Yangcheng... You know Philips, right?"

Everyone nodded.

Look at what you're saying, who doesn't know Philip?

Gu Pengfei, however, acted as if everyone already knew, and continued, "It's that Helan brand, a Fortune Global 500 company. In Yangcheng, all Philips goods, from the stores to the distribution channels, have to go through him. The distributors in those stores treat him more politely than they would their own bosses."

He paused, as if remembering something: "That guy next to him just now, Mr. Wang, is a Philips distributor in Yangcheng and several surrounding counties. He manages dozens of people. He's usually incredibly arrogant in the store, but when he's in front of my Uncle Ya, he has to behave himself."

Gu Pengfei had no idea who the person next to Gu Jinhua was, otherwise he wouldn't have referred to Zhang Demin as "President Wang".

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It doesn't matter, he doesn't know, and neither do the people at this table, so he can say whatever he wants.

After Gu Pengfei finished speaking, Cheng Haohao and Xu Siyu exchanged a glance but neither of them responded.

Gu Pengfei chuckled again: "My uncle keeps telling me to go work for him after I graduate. He says Philip's platform is huge, and if I work there for a few years, my net worth will be completely different. But I'm still considering it. After all, the pressure there is high, with performance targets and regional quotas all the time. I'm used to being lazy, and I might not be able to handle it..."

Taking advantage of what just happened, Gu Pengfei had become the "spokesperson" at the table, and kept talking.

As they talked, Gu Pengfei's gaze fell on Yin Mingyang, as if he had just remembered something, and he said, "...By the way, Yin Mingyang, what does your family do?"

After saying that, he added, "I didn't mean anything by it, we were just chatting. You're Huang Jing's boyfriend, so we're practically family now. If any good internship opportunities come up in the future, I'll help you think of them."

Cheng Haohao and Xu Siyu exchanged a silent glance, both seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes—they've arrived.

Yin Mingyang did not reply immediately.

Huang Jing looked at him, opened her mouth, and was about to say something in his defense.

After a brief silence, Yin Mingyang spoke up: "My dad works in a factory, and my mom works as a stock clerk in a supermarket. We're just an ordinary working-class family."

Gu Pengfei nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "That's alright. But to be honest, there are so many college graduates now, and good grades alone aren't enough to stay in Yangcheng after graduation. I heard Huang Jing mention that you studied accounting, right? Especially for you accounting students, the starting salary is just so-so. If you don't have any connections at home, the first few years are pretty tough."

Gu Pengfei paused for a moment, then continued, "My uncle's company was hiring a finance assistant last year. Guess how many people applied?"

Before Yin Mingyang could reply, he raised his right hand and held up four fingers.

"More than four hundred."

Then she retracted her fingers, smiled, and said, "But recruitment is just a formality; in the end, those who get in are still referred. That's just how it is these days, in this world..."

The atmosphere at the table was somewhat subtle.

Cheng Haohao and Xu Siyu exchanged another glance, both sensing the subtle tension.

Cheng Haohao had originally planned that if Dafei were to do something to Yin Mingyang later, he would say a few words in his defense—they were all friends, and there was no need to make the atmosphere too tense.

But for some reason, Cheng Haohao, who had been thinking things through just now, was now unsure how to bring it up.

Then Cheng Haohao saw that the "inhuman genius" sitting next to Yin Mingyang seemed to have finally finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and seemed to want to speak.

Before that, footsteps approached, sounding somewhat hurried, yet also suppressed and not too urgent.

Someone came over and stood next to their table.

Then a man's voice came.

"Mr. Shen?"

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