Chen Yansen nodded and spoke unhurriedly.
"I heard from Xu Zhenhui that Senlian Capital is planning to build a new energy vehicle industrial park halfway between Xucheng Avenue and East Bianhe Road?"
Tang Qingshan's eyes darted, his tone pointedly suggestive.
"That's right. And that's why I wanted to talk to you, Teacher Tang, and ask for a favor."
Chen Yansen knew what Tang Qingshan was getting at. Before the man could speak, he preemptively offered him a way out.
Even though it was Tang Qingshan who needed something from him, Chen Yansen had framed it as him asking Tang Qingshan for help.
He had truly mastered the art of social graces.
How could Tang Qingshan not understand the meaning behind Chen Yansen's words? He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. 'I'm not the least bit jealous that this kid made so much money.'
'If it were him back in his early twenties, how could he have possibly understood all the twists and turns of interpersonal relationships?'
