It's just that they have money.

The four introduced themselves and exchanged names.

The girl Zhao Xiaole invited was named Chen Wenqian, 22 years old, and had not yet graduated from university.

The woman she brought with her was named Zhu Zilan, and she was 23 years old.

Feeling awkward because of the advances during the day, Zhao Xiaole didn't talk to Zhu Zilan. Instead, he used his extensive experience in picking up girls to chat enthusiastically with Chen Wenqian.

Zhao Xiaole chatted naturally with Chen Wenqian, asking her what she did for a living and what she liked to do in her spare time.

Chen Wenqian is studying new media and is currently looking for an internship. She speaks very quickly and has a lively personality typical of young people.

Fang Chen and Zhu Zilan, who had been left behind by their companions, couldn't just eat in silence, so they started chatting.

I saw you this afternoon.

"Yes, I remember you too." Fang Chen nodded.

Sensing the scent of gossip, Chen Wenqian blinked, looked at Fang Chen and then at Zhu Zilan, and asked, "You two know each other?"

"I saw you at the horse farm this afternoon," Zhu Zilan said, glancing at Zhao Xiaole as she finished speaking.

"Oh—" Chen Wenqian drawled, her smile meaningful, "That's quite a coincidence."

"Yes, it's quite a coincidence." Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

Chen Wenqian was pulled along by Zhao Xiaole to chatter about this and that, while the other side remained silent for a few seconds.

Zhu Zilan spoke first: "How long did you ride the horse?"

"Not long. I've been here two or three times."

"You rode very well."

"You noticed?"

"Yes, I saw it in the practice area over there," Zhu Zilan said. "Your balance is pretty good, but your wrists are a bit stiff."

Fang Chen didn't expect her to notice these details.

"You have a good eye for observation."

"It's something you learn through practice." Zhu Zilan's tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

Fang Chen didn't press further about what kind of training required this, but instead changed the subject: "What do you do for a living?"

"Curating".

"An art exhibition?"

"Yes," Zhu Zilan said, "mainly contemporary art."

Fang Chen nodded, neither showing particular interest nor pretending to know what he didn't.

The main problem is that he really doesn't know anything about this stuff.

The conversation suddenly cooled down again.

"And you?" Zhu Zilan asked.

"Start a small business."

"Which direction?"

"Medical care, agriculture, and some others."

Zhu Zilan glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

The conversation ended again.

Zhao Xiaole brought up a topic that involved Fang Chen.

"Sisi said she knows a few teams that make short dramas. Chen, didn't you say you wanted to invest in short dramas? We can talk about it."

Chen Wenqian's eyes lit up: "Brother Fang wants to submit a short drama?"

"We'll see, not necessarily," Fang Chen said casually.

"I know a few teams that started with female-oriented content, and their conversion rates are pretty good." Chen Wenqian took out her phone. "Want me to recommend them to you?"

"Sure, let's add each other on WeChat first."

Zhao Xiaole, watching from the side, also took out her phone: "Qianqian, let's add one too, we haven't added one yet."

"OK."

After adding each other on WeChat, Zhao Xiaole casually said, "What about your friends? Why don't you add one too?"

After saying that, he gave Fang Chen a look that said, "Look how much I'm taking care of you."

As the drinks flowed and the number of dishes decreased, the dinner party entered its second half.

Zhao Xiaole and Chen Wenqian had finished their conversation, and Chen Wenqian began to ask Fang Chen questions.

"Brother Fang, what kind of medical practice do you do?"

"Cross-border medical care brings overseas patients to China for treatment."

"That's amazing! This must be very profitable, right?"

"Not bad, just getting started."

Zhao Xiaole chimed in from the side: "That's too modest. Their company has already completed several deals, and their clients range from the United States to all of Europe."

Fang Chen didn't refute him, and listened quietly to his boasting.

Chen Wenqian's eyes lit up even more: "Does Brother Fang usually have a lot of contact with high-end resources?"

Fang Chen picked up his water glass and said in a calm tone, "It's not high-end, just normal business."

Zhao Xiaole added, "Brother Chen also invested in agriculture, creating a blueberry brand, which will be launched in June."

Chen Wenqian's gaze towards Fang Chen clearly changed.

She initially thought Zhao Xiaole was the main character tonight.

The two had only chatted last night, and were able to arrange a meal together today; Zhao Xiaole must have spent some money to do so.

But after sitting down, she discovered that Fang Chen, who didn't talk much, was the one who was truly "knowledgeable".

"Brother Fang, how old are you?" Chen Wenqian asked.

"Twenty-five."

"Doing so much business at twenty-five?"

"Good luck."

Zhao Xiaole chuckled beside him: "Being modest? That's called good luck, not skill."

After the meal, the four people walked out of the restaurant.

A breeze from the river brought a touch of coolness.

Fang Chen and Zhao Xiaole had already arranged in advance that the car would be lent to Zhao Xiaole today.

Taking a girl home when you go out is basic service; not having a car basically means you're doomed.

Zhu Zilan lived not far away, and she walked a short distance with Fang Chen.

"What's the name of your blueberry brand?" Zhu Zilan suddenly asked.

"Chenlan."

Did you name it?

"I guess so."

Zhu Zilan nodded, offering no comment.

"By the way, when you're riding a horse, you can loosen your wrists a little more."

Fang Chen paused for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, thank you."

"I have arrived."

"Do you need me to take you downstairs?"

"unnecessary."

"Okay then."

"Is that car yours?"

Fang Chen laughed: "How did you figure that out?"

"It's obvious, bye-bye."

Fang Chen received a message from Zhao Xiaole as soon as he got home.

"You did a great job tonight."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You did nothing, but you did something better than someone who did everything. You quietly put on a show."

"And haven't you noticed? Zhu Zilan has feelings for you."

Fang Chen thought for a moment and said, "She only told me about riding horses."

"Riding horses is also an issue."

Fang Chen remained silent and did not reply.

He switched to Zhu Zilan's WeChat interface; the two only had one greeting message between them.

Clicking on the profile picture reveals a close-up of a painting, but it's unclear what kind of painting it is. The cover photo of the artist's studio shows several unfinished works hanging on the wall, with paint and brushes scattered on the floor.

Fang Chen put down his phone and went to take a shower.

When I came out, there were two new messages on WeChat.

Zhao Xiaole posted a screenshot of his chat history with Chen Wenqian.

Chen Wenqian posted her location and said she was home. Zhao Xiaole replied that he should get some rest. Chen Wenqian then sent a cute emoji.

"Look, what's this called? This is called rhythm." Zhao Xiaole's words were tinged with pride.

Fang Chen also added Chen Wenqian on WeChat and opened her Moments.

Chen Wenqian posted a nine-grid photo, which included photos of the restaurant, the dishes, a selfie, and a photo with Zhu Zilan.

Zhao Xiaole is not there.

Fang Chen did not lend Zhao Xiaole the G-Wagon.

It wasn't mentioned in the copy either.

Fang Chen: "Dude, I still think you got shot by that old man."