Midday.
At a famous tripe shop in the city, Zhang Ye was wearing his sunglasses while Wu Mo was in his suit as the two of them walked out from the restaurant with their hands rubbing their bellies.
Wu Mo laughed and said, "We've just sealed a 100 million RMB deal and yet we only had 45 RMB worth of tripe and flatbread for lunch?"
"Isn't it better to have what you love to eat rather than what is good to eat?" Zhang Ye commented, feeling satisfied by the meal.
"Now that's true." Wu Mo remarked, "This is exactly what I love eating."
Zhang Ye said, "Alright then, when I get back later, I will get someone to prepare the contract and send it over."
Wu Mo opened his car door. "Sure, let's go then. Do you need me to send you back?"