Zhao Lang made a great impression on Jiang Mingchuan.
As a result, Jiang Mingchuan didn't even bother going back to the company for the rest of the day, instead slinging an arm around Zhao Lang's shoulder to chat.
They talked about everything from the company's current situation to the market, the global political landscape, and finally, history.
After all, Zhao Lang had lived several lifetimes, and although he never lived past twenty in any of them, cumulatively he was over a hundred years old.
With so much experience, he naturally knew a lot.
So he could pick up on every topic Jiang Mingchuan threw at him.
Jiang Mingchuan was quite surprised himself.
He had never had such smooth conversations with peers, let alone a junior.
Jiang Mingchuan, feeling exhilarated, invited Zhao Lang to stay for dinner.
He completely ignored the three glaring looks Jiang Li shot his way.
Before it was even late afternoon, the Jiang Family was bustling with activity.
