I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Wang Jinsong removed his hand from the edge of the table, sat up straight, and his smile transformed into that of a kind elder.

"It's okay." He said these two words very softly and slowly, as if afraid of startling something. "It's good that you have your own ideas."

"Since the train is delayed anyway, you can reschedule for after your interview!"

"Now that you've already taken the exam, you should at least see if you passed, right?"

At this moment, he completely embodied the image of a respected elder who serves as a teacher.

Wang Chunzai immediately chimed in.

"Indeed, don't waste your efforts; after all, it's an exam!"

Both of them are shrewd.

Wang Zian looked at the two people in front of him, who were singing in unison, and he understood everything perfectly well.

They wanted to exploit his psychology as a good student; leaving halfway through the exam wasn't something a good student should do.

Unfortunately, Wang Zian was no ordinary good student!

He remained completely unmoved by such words.

It wasn't because he disrespected the exam, but because the exam was never part of his plan from the beginning.

It wasn't his goal, it wasn't his choice, it wasn't what he wanted.

It's meaningless for him to see a goal through to the end that he didn't choose.

But he didn't say these words aloud; saying them would be too hurtful.

He just smiled, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Chunzai's mind raced, and he found a reason.

"These past few days, some of our students have been volunteering; you can chat with them more."

At the same time, she kept thinking in her mind: what kind of student should she find to talk to this child?

It has to be the kind of good-looking that catches the eye but doesn't feel aggressive.

It's essential to study well.

Wang Zian is a top student, and there's a natural connection between top students.

Outgoing personality, good at handling situations, and able to break the ice proactively.

Wang Chunzai mentally reviewed all the students she had taught.

At that moment, a face appeared in her mind.

A tall man from Northeast China.

When he laughs, the whole floor can hear him.

She's good-looking but not pretentious; her beauty carries a carefree and straightforward energy.

I can talk to anyone, and I can get along with anyone.

I happened to be at school these past two days trying out to be a volunteer.

It's you, Meng Ziyi.

Girl, don't let your teacher down.

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Downstairs at the restaurant.

The night breeze was a bit colder than it had been in the evening.

Wang Zian stood by the roadside, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and his cat teacher keychain swayed gently in the wind.

He waved goodbye to teachers Wang Jinsong and Wang Chunzai, then turned and got into the car that had come to pick him up.

The two watched as the car slowly merged into the traffic, driving away along the road into the distance, its taillights growing smaller and smaller until they finally blended into the flowing river of light composed of countless car lights.

Wang Jinsong withdrew his gaze and let out a long breath.

"Teacher Wang, this student isn't easy to fool!"

Wang Chunzai nodded; "Kids these days all have their own ideas!"

"This kid's family must be quite powerful. He was just saying upstairs that he comes from an ordinary family."

Wang Jinsong didn't reply, but his hand moved slightly in his pocket.

"That car with the Beijing license plate (京A) isn't something an ordinary family can afford!"

Wang Chunzai nodded.

The fact that a Beijing-registered vehicle (京A) can appear here to pick up people at this time and in this way is not something an ordinary family can afford.

"However," she turned to face Wang Jinsong, the streetlight illuminating her face and clearly revealing the smile that slowly crept onto her lips, "this kind of person is more suitable for our school; isn't he?"

"So that's why you, Professor Wang, had to personally intervene?"

Dean Wang smiled like a cunning old fox.

Because Wang Chunzai is no ordinary person!

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three days later.

Prince An ultimately did not leave.

It wasn't because of the meal Wang Jinsong and Wang Chunzai had.

After finishing that meal, he changed his train ticket.

It wasn't because Sister Meng sent me a message or chatted with me later.

Chun Chun was because a lazy, bespectacled boss insisted that he stay.

In the BJHD district, the future renowned ByteDance is currently located in one of the unassuming buildings.

When Wang Zian parked his car downstairs, he looked up and saw the glass curtain wall reflecting the afternoon sunlight, so bright it was almost blinding.

He wore a black mask today, not because he was afraid of being recognized, but because the wind in Beijing was so strong that it hurt his face.

Zhang Yiming's office is on the third floor.

When Wang Zian first arrived, the founder of ByteDance was frowning at his computer screen, looking at the garbled algorithms displayed on the screen.

To help him solve the problem, Wang Zian stayed there for three whole days.

Wang Zian pushed open the door to Zhang Yiming's office without any ceremony.

Hearing the door open, Zhang Yiming looked up.

Before his brows could even relax, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

"You've finally arrived!"

Wang Zian pulled off his mask, stuffed it into his pocket, and sat down on the sofa.

The sofa is a gray fabric sofa, and the cushions have been worn down to a shallow dent.

He leaned back and lay there lazily.

There was a potted green ivy on the coffee table, its leaves wilted and yellowed at the edges, as if it hadn't been watered in a long time.

"Old Zhang, I've improved the company's recommendation algorithm!"

Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were gathered together, and his eyes behind the glasses were curved into two slits. Every muscle on his face was expressing the same meaning: happiness and satisfaction.

"I improved the dual-tower recovery model yesterday, which can calculate user characteristics more accurately!"

Wang Zian took a USB drive out of his pocket, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards Zhang Yiming. "These are some follow-up documents. Just have someone follow the instructions."

"Okay!" Zhang Yiming stood up from behind his desk and took a drink from the refrigerator.

After handing the drink to Wang Zi'an, he bent down to pick up the USB drive.

"We still need you to come. Some of the people in the company aren't capable enough!"

Wang Zian took the drink, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

Stop flattering me!

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Zhang Yiming's smile remained unchanged; in fact, it widened even further.

"You just want to take the easy way out!"

"I told you to train the team more, but you insisted on taking shortcuts!"

"With a genius like you around, why wouldn't we use you?" Zhang Yiming replied confidently, even with a touch of roguish arrogance.

He sat down in the chair opposite Wang Zian, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers on his knees intermittently.

"Besides, I've already had Lao Liang and his team learn it. But as you know, none of them are as good at math as you are."

Wang Zian gave a soft "heh" sound, picked up his drink, and took another sip.

You still have to pay the patent fees.

"Don't worry about that," Zhang Yiming patted his chest. "Although our company has started burning money on promotions, we still have that kind of money; besides, you're a shareholder too, what's there to be afraid of as family!"

"Awesome!" He was speechless at Zhang Yiming's shameless idea.