Ye Ranran clicked her tongue, "It seems that there really are no secrets left in this world."
"Didn't Ranran once say, if you don't want others to know, you must not do it yourself?" With today's advanced technology, keeping secrets is impossible unless you never do or say anything.
"That's true," Ye Ranran leaned in closer.
Chu Ji had presented all his familiar and useful contacts; there was no problem with that part.
But Jun Mochan still had three spots reserved for others.
It's the unwritten rule of the officialdom: you eat the meat yourself, but you have to leave some soup for others, otherwise who would dare help you in the future?
Those with broad minds could even promote their enemies, to continue the love-hate relationship, otherwise where would progress come from?
"This one, he is quite good to his wife, seems like a good person," Ye Ranran remarked, pointing at a man with an honest appearance.