These days, as long as there are people, there will be intrigue and scheming.
Song Yun calculated against Shi Wenxi, and similarly, now Shi Wenxi is thinking about how to turn the tables.
Song Yun seriously attended his afternoon class, which was about international economics, an elective course he chose himself. Song Yun thought that since he wanted to be a leader, he should know a bit of everything. This way, when his subordinates talk to him about these topics, he would have something to respond with. Otherwise, if someone asks you what a hedge fund is and you can't answer for half a day, wouldn't that be embarrassing? How could you be their leader?
After class, Song Yun had just left the classroom when he received a phone call from a very intriguing person.
A man named Zhang Long!
"Brother Song, long time no see!"
"Brother Zhang, it has indeed been a long time. The last time we met was in Beijing, right?" Song Yun said with a smile.
