A few days after the dinner party ended, Su Zelin received a call from an unknown number.
"Hello, is this President Su?"
The deep voice of a middle-aged man sounded familiar.
It didn't take more than two seconds for him to recall.
"Director Zhang?"
Zhang Yuanhang's father's tone and inflection were very distinctive.
"Haha, it seems President Su isn't one to forget things, you still remember me."
Zhang Baisheng laughed heartily.
They exchanged a few pleasantries, and Su Zelin felt a bit puzzled.
He didn't understand why Zhang Baisheng would suddenly call him.
"I heard that at the Finance Academy, President Su is quite the talent, proficient in playing the guitar. Every time there's an arts night without you, it would lose its sparkle. It just so happens that I also used to play the guitar in my younger days, so we share a common hobby."
