After a casual dinner, Lin Chu pocketed another rebate of over ten thousand yuan.
But with over ten million dangling in front of him, a mere ten thousand yuan didn't even make a ripple in his heart. In fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
And yet, this was almost what he used to make in a whole month of thankless, back-breaking work.
After dinner, it was already past nine o'clock, and the group headed for a bar.
Lin Chu still hadn't heard from Wang Zhefei, so he took the initiative and gave him a call.
He had to call three times before the line finally connected.
"Working overtime. A serious bug just popped up. I can't make it tonight."
His voice on the phone was grim and exhausted.
"Is your company run by humans? Look at the time! You're still not off work? Come on, quit that crappy job. I'll support you."
Lin Chu ranted for a moment before teasing him with a grin.
Wang Zhefei was silent for a few seconds. "I wrote the bug. This is a battle for my honor. Piss off."
Uh.
