After leaving Huamao, Chen Yansen swung by an agency to pick up the account opening documents for Senhai.
"You opened a company?"
Wang Zihao's mouth hung open, his face full of surprise.
He had wanted to tell Chen Yansen he'd been elected class president last night, but now that he knew the other man was a company owner, it suddenly didn't feel like much to brag about.
"It's just a shell company for now. Not a single employee yet."
Though that's what Chen Yansen said, the widening smile on his face made it clear he was in high spirits and had great expectations for Senhai's future.
"Right, what were you about to say?"
Chen Yansen turned the wheel left, pulling onto Victory Road and driving toward the service center.
"We had a class meeting yesterday. The counselor had us run for class president, and I got the most votes."
Wang Zihao composed himself and said with a grin.
