Rong Xianning received a call from Ding Meng on the way to Zirui Pavilion.
"Seven o'clock tonight at Zirui Pavilion, I've booked a private room to celebrate your successful middle school exams."
Zirui Pavilion again.
Rong Xianning pursed his lips, "President Ding, I..."
Before he could refuse, Ding Meng quickly interrupted, "I have something important to discuss with you, it's about your future. I know you have high ambitions, and the opportunity I'm fighting for you, you'll definitely not want to refuse. You'll know when you get here."
Ding Meng hung up the phone and returned to the private room, smiling apologetically to the middle-aged man sitting inside, "Xiao Rong just finished his exams, he'll be here soon. When you meet this kid, you'll see he won't disappoint you."
The man was a typical successful middle-aged man's stereotype, bald with a big belly, unimpressive in appearance, paired with shrewd little eyes that made people dislike him.
