A day later, around nine in the morning on a bright, sunny day, Lin Chu and Hou Chengjin got in the same car, entered the highway, and headed straight for Yang City.
The moment Hou Chengjin got in the car and saw Lin Chu, he couldn't help but laugh.
A flowery shirt, baggy shorts, flip-flops, and a string of Imperial Green Jadeite beads around his neck, exuding a carefree, unrestrained vibe.
"What's with the getup?"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
He, on the other hand, was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, looking quite dapper. They were going to a business meeting today to discuss leasing a venue with the management of the 1978 Film Town. Formal attire was a sign of respect.
Lin Chu glanced at him, waved his hand, and smiled. "Been broke lately. Can't afford new clothes."
Hou Chengjin: ...
His gaze fell on the string of beads. He clicked his tongue, suddenly not wanting to respond.
'This guy's flexing is so clumsy.'
