One of the few things that Wang Yifan and Lao Mao talked about was the basketball game they defeated Class 6 when they were sophomores in high school. That could be called Wang Yifan's only highlight moment in high school.
The relationship with Lao Mao seems to be a little better than expected.
But he couldn't confirm whether it was because of the on-the-spot command of this basketball game, or simply because of the warm and superficial exchanges between high school classmates whom he hadn't seen for many years.
"I'm following Zhou Yuanchuan now. Hey, do you know Zhou Yuanchuan?"
"Zhou Yuanchuan, the Zhou Yuanchuan from high school?"
Wang Yifan raised his eyebrows, undoubtedly very impressed by Zhou Yuanchuan.
"Yes, that's him!"
Although Jinping City No. 1 Middle School is a provincial key high school with strict school management, in addition to the top students who were admitted to Qingbei, there are also problem students who have been hanging around with other teachers and students at a young age.
This week Yuanchuan is one of them.
Zhou Yuanchuan's family is very wealthy. His father was originally a highly skilled surgeon at Jinping City Hospital and was very well-connected. Later he went into business and got involved in the fields of medicine and medical equipment, and gradually made a fortune.
Wang Yifan heard this from hearsay, and he doesn't know whether it is true or not.
But Zhou Yuanchuan is very famous. For most "obedient students", he is a being that they don't want to associate with, but are very curious about.
"What about you, how are you?"
"That's it for me. I work as a worker. I earn so much hard-earned money, but I still have to fight with a bunch of young people every day! I'm tired!"
Wang Yifan complained that his current situation may gradually change.
"You mean a leader?" Mao Yuchen glanced at everyone in the private room.
"I was just promoted, but by some mistake, the boss had other ideas. As for me, I just have to muddle along. In short, it's not all that I wanted!"
Wang Yifan was not just being polite, he had a strong point in his heart.
While they were talking, a waiter walked into their private room and whispered a few words to Lao Mao.
"Lao Zhou is looking for me?"
Lao Mao muttered, "At this time, he usually doesn't come to the store!"
He stood up and said to Wang Yifan: "Zhou Yuanchuan has come to the store and has something to do with me. Do you want to come with me?"
"No!"
Wang Yifan refused very directly.
Lao Mao thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Okay, let's add a WeChat account and contact you if anything happens!"
"OK!"
Wang Yifan was also very happy this time.
This made Lao Mao very happy. At least in the eyes of the old classmate in front of him, he, Mao Yuchen, was not someone who needed to be avoided.
Although in the eyes of many high school classmates, he is indeed such a person.
Wang Yifan looked at Lao Mao's back as he walked away quickly, his eyes somewhat distant.
Over the years, Mao Yuchen gradually lost contact with his classmates, and the occasional messages from Jiao Bai and Sun Jintao were mostly just a few words.
You know, in that basketball game that year, Lao Mao made the winning shot. Although he looked fierce, he was very kind to others and was considered a man of the hour in the second class.
All I can say is that things are unpredictable.
Wang Yifan sighed.
He didn't have much thoughts about singing anymore, so he just sat on the sofa and listened to Guan Xiaomei and the others singing. The previous accident did not affect the mood of the three girls, but instead aroused their enthusiasm. Although most people in the company
We were not familiar with each other, but as time went by, we began to get closer.
Only Qian Wenbin was still trembling, but he didn't show it.
That KK store manager looked like he was a member of the public. Wang Yifan and he seemed to be old classmates. God damn it, why would he still know such a person?
At this moment, Qian Wenbin had lost all his courage and had no intention of provoking Wang Yifan.
The waiter brought some snacks and fruit plates, as well as some KK coupons. Mao Yuchen gave Wang Yifan enough face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
But not long after, Lao Mao left and returned.
He held a piece of paper in his hand and asked directly to his face: "Gongyuan Culture Agency Co., Ltd., Wang Yifan, sales department?"
"I used to be in the sales department, now I'm in the artist department!"
"It's really you!" Mao Yuchen's eyebrows were wrinkled into a knot, and his face was hesitant.
"Old Mao, what's going on? Is something wrong?"
Lao Mao took a deep breath and said, "Nothing, Zhou Yuanchuan wants to see you!"
"Zhou Yuanchuan wants to see me?" Wang Yifan was confused, "I don't know him. Lao Mao, tell me, is there something wrong?"
"I'm not too sure about the specific matter. Zhou Yuanchuan didn't make it clear. I told him and I thought this Wang Yifan was not you. He said he wanted to meet you!"
"Okay then, we are also alumni after all. Let's meet up when we meet!"
Wang Yifan got up, said hello to the people in the artist department, and then followed Lao Mao out of the private room.
The two people walked around and walked to the innermost place. They pushed the door open and went in. Lao Mao closed the door and the whole world fell silent for an instant.
Zhou Yuanchuan, who was dressed in white casual clothes, put his feet on the coffee table and looked at the two of them with squinted eyes.
Sitting next to him was a scantily clad girl, wearing a tube top and suspenders, and a super short gauze skirt. She was curled up in his arms, and half of her snow-white buttocks could be seen.
When an outsider came in, the girl had no intention of avoiding him at all. She chewed bubble gum and puffed bubbles leisurely.
"Lao Zhou, it's really Wang Yifan from our class, we just happened to meet him!"
"It's really Wang Yifan, I know you! Come on, come on!" Zhou Yuanchuan waved to Wang Yifan without moving his buttocks.
"I didn't know that Zhou Ye, the famous boss, knew me. I'm flattered!"
Wang Yifan smiled and walked towards the two of them, looking directly at them. He also took a few more glances at the girl's snow-white buttocks. Anyway, he didn't look at them in vain.
Zhou Yuanchuan patted the girl on the shoulder. The girl stood up, placed a cup in front of Wang Yifan, and poured a little foreign wine into it. It looked like a bottle of royal salute.
He knows him, but has never drank.
"Big Brother Zhou, hahaha, I haven't heard anyone call me that for a long time. Wang Yifan, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I met you in my store!"
"We are destined to meet you thousands of miles away!" Wang Yifan couldn't figure out Zhou Yuanchuan's path. After all, the two people had never crossed paths.
"Well said, we are destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other, come and meet one!"
Wang Yifan took a sip from the cup and tasted the taste of the expensive wine. Well, it was a bit smoky.