"Going to Chang'an?" Lin Wanzhou was somewhat bewildered.
"Yeah, there's an...interview," Xu Qingyan didn't know how to put it, with the noisy crowd in the diner, he had to lean in closer, "the Spring Festival Gala's Chang'an branch venue."
"A leader over there contacted me, said to talk about it, probably to apply for a job doing odd jobs."
Lin Wanzhou directly ignored the last two words about doing odd jobs; she wasn't foolish. Which leader would specially contact someone just to hire a hand for odd jobs?
There were too many people around, so she had to lean in closer, with the hot soup on the table sending up curling wisps of steam.
"The Spring Festival Gala?"
"The wrong one, Chang'an branch venue," Xu Qingyan corrected her.
Passersby cast glances at the young couple in the corner whispering to each other and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. These days really...corrupt morals, in broad daylight they might as well cover themselves with a blanket.