Easter Sunday

The little miner Wang Zheng propped two bottles of beer and went to send his greetings. He delivered the drinks, but didn't get much back. It was like hitting a dog with a meat bun – all loss. This Zuckerberg was a petty creature. You could see that he had the eye, which was why he would be assigned here. Wang Zheng felt that the moment he spoke of something sensitive, he would just change the topic. Wang Zheng also did not want to press. The other had given him some face. Saying more would be ruining their relationship. He was afraid that Zuckerberg was surmising that he was a problematic one as well.

Besides those who he did not care about, like Old Xiao and Zuckerberg, even the little lackey was privy to his situation. It was just that many of them were not confidantes. He really needed to consider his situation.