"Lao Duan, what's going on with you?"
He Xiaowei sat back on the sofa opposite Duan Yiming with his legs crossed, playing with the Golden Rattan Wood Bracelet in his hand. Seeing Duan Yiming become so excited after taking a phone call, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked,
"Did something good happen, maybe you got another big project?"
To be honest, he really envied Duan Yiming and Deng Linhui. These two came from families just as well-off as his, yet he was the one who was like a playboy, with no job or career, lazing around like a wandering soul.
He thought that his family was wealthy enough to last a lifetime, so there was no need to work himself to the bone.
But compared to Duan Yiming and Deng Linhui, He Xiaowei's life seemed a lot duller.
If a person has no goals in life, what's the difference from a mindless fly crashing around?
"Do you really think pies just fall from the sky? Sitting in a company and waiting for big projects to come to you?"
