They saw Bai Dehai off.
Zhao Jiahui took a deep breath.
He turned around and went back to his office.
The journey was unusually heavy, and my thoughts were a bit chaotic.
The distance of just over a hundred meters felt like an eternity.
His palms were a little sweaty.
His steps were light and unsteady.
He seemed to be drunk.
Two voices were fiercely arguing in Zhao Jiahui's mind: He couldn't say it, or he would lose face; the people there were high and mighty, would they even bother with a poor kid like him?
Another voice said: You'll regret it if you don't say anything! What if they agree? You'll be set for life! It's not like you're losing anything by saying anything. Can you eat your pride? Why are you such a coward if you don't say anything at all?
Two voices were buzzing and exploding in my mind.
The private business owner that Zhao Jiahui had the most contact with was the owner of a convenience store.
Someone of Wu Changfeng's caliber has never even crossed paths with him.
I have no idea what these kinds of bosses think or how they do things.
However, Zhao Jiahui still walked step by step toward the office building.
Zhao Jiahui knocked on Wu Changfeng's office door. Wu Changfeng was taken aback when he saw Zhao Jiahui return: "You..."
All Wu Changfeng could think of was that Zhao Jiahui regretted not taking the money and had come back to ask for it back.
It's alright, just give what you owe, Wu Changfeng isn't short of money.
But Zhao Jiahui clearly didn't return for money.
He remained calm and sat down opposite Wu Changfeng with a serious expression, then said, "Boss Wu, I'll just get straight to the point."
"What did you say?" Wu Changfeng put down the documents in his hand and asked curiously.
Zhao Jiahui took a deep breath: "I'm telling you, but don't laugh at me."
Wu Changfeng smiled and said, "Definitely not."
Zhao Jiahui said, "I've almost lost my job and have nothing to do."
Wu Changfeng frowned deeply. What did that mean?
Don't want money, but it's time to get a job?
We haven't reached that point yet, have we?
Zhao Jiahui said, "So, I, I..."
Zhao Jiahui tensed for a moment, then firmly continued, "I want to become a dealer for tricycles! Please consider the feasibility!"
Wu Changfeng's eyes widened.
It feels unbelievable!
You, Zhao Jiahui, actually want to play the agent game?
This is my last resort plan when I really have no other options!
Are you crazy?
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