The last "Perfect Fortune Bag" produced three Basic Resumes. One was used when recruiting Wu Nala to become Wuyou’s vice president, leaving two remaining.
"How about this, buddy, today is a perfect opportunity. Let me help promote you a bit, see if we can lock in a few quality members for you. Zihan, for sure, will be willing to support you..."
"Thanks a lot."
Zhou Wang didn’t decline. As Xia Xiwei mentioned, from their interactions, Qiu Zeyu seemed like a decent person, someone who could become a long-term friend.
While they were chatting, four or five more young people trickled into the lounge. They were evidently quite familiar with Qiu Zeyu. As Qiu Zeyu introduced them, indeed, they were either "startup bosses" or "rising stars" from organizations.
They didn’t know Zhou Wang as well as Qiu Zeyu did, but since Qiu Zeyu had clearly stated that this gathering was organized to welcome Zhou Wang, their attitude toward Zhou Wang was very courteous.
"Brother Yu, Jiang Minghao and his brother are here too, they’re playing poker next door... Want to go say hi?"
The last young man who arrived, nicknamed "Captain Feng," said with a smile as he entered the lounge, turning to Qiu Zeyu.
"It’s not surprising, Zihan gets along with everyone. In the circle, when they gather like this, everyone shows up."
Qiu Zeyu first shook his head, then explained to Zhou Wang, "That’s how it is in the Beijing Circle. If you don’t show your face at an important gathering, you have no presence. As the Old Beidou would say, it’s ’losing face’..."
Noticing Zhou Wang’s expression, Qiu Zeyu curiously asked, "Do you know Jiang Minghao?"
"I was just wondering what kind of poker Captain Feng was talking about..."
"Texas Hold’em, the legitimate kind... What did you think it was?"
Qiu Zeyu was both amused and exasperated.
"I’ve never met Jiang Minghao, but I have dealt with his brother Jiang Yisen."
"Oh, that middle-school syndrome boy..."
Qiu Zeyu suddenly realized, "His brother and he have completely different personalities. Although I’m not on the same page as Jiang Minghao, I do admire him quite a bit."
"How did you guys get picked as the ’Beidou Four Young Masters’?"
Finally having the chance to interview in person, Zhou Wang asked a question that he had been curious about for some time.
"One thing’s for sure, I didn’t apply myself..."
Qiu Zeyu replied with his characteristic dark humor before explaining, "The origin is actually the same as what you can find online. Initially, it started because of a TV drama of the same name, and then some netizens made a list of some young masters in the Beijing Circle, which is how the term came about. Now the four of us are already the second generation..."
"You, Jiang Minghao, Si Cong, and another Xue something, right?"
"Xue Peng... He might be here today too, but chances are he won’t come up to the second floor."
When mentioning this name, a visible look of disdain appeared on Qiu Zeyu’s face.
"What’s the story?"
Zhou Wang keenly picked up on his subtle expression and asked with interest.
Information on these four people is all available in online encyclopedias, and at least on the surface, they’re all quite powerful. Judging by their family backgrounds and fortunes, Zhou Wang, at this stage, isn’t really qualified to compare financially.
"I told you earlier, I didn’t apply myself. As far as I know, neither Jiang Minghao nor Mr. Wang likely did, but it’s hard to say for others..."
Qiu Zeyu said meaningfully.
"Don’t tell me, this thing can actually be self-applied for?"
"It’s nothing more than finding someone to create a buzz. It was just a bored netizen’s selection in the first place. Manipulating such public opinion isn’t hard at all, right?"
Qiu Zeyu laughed, "You could say Xue Peng is quite clever, and he knows how to use this title to make money. However, some of his methods are too underhanded, which makes people disdain him. He does have self-awareness though, and rarely associates with us."
After chatting about some more anecdotes, Qiu Zeyu lifted his glass, calling everyone in the suite to have a toast. Remembering the promise he made to Zhou Wang, he mentioned Zhou Wang’s recent acquisition of a club.
"Wow, Zhou Wang, you indeed have some clout, starting a club in these times..."
"Hahaha, since President Qiu brought it up, I’ll definitely support it!"
"My work makes it hard to frequent these places, sorry, Mr. Zhou."
Everyone in the suite chimed in, with some teasing, some making polite excuses, and others directly declining.
Zhou Wang didn’t mind. Qiu Zeyu had good intentions, but it was never something that could be expected to yield much effect...
Just then, there was a knock at the suite door, and Zhou Zihan, wearing a lace cocktail dress, peeked her head in, "Hey, Zhou Wang, and all you handsome guys, the show is about to start. I also invited Miss Yang over, so don’t just sit here discussing state affairs, come down and have a look!"
The crowd laughed at her words. After Zhou Zihan left, Zhou Wang asked, "Is Miss Yang Yang Mi...?"
"Yes, she and Zihan are neighbors. I’ve met her a few times before... If you want to meet her, you can go yourself. She came to support you after all, I’ll chat with them a bit more."
"Alright."
Zhou Wang nodded, without any pretense.
After all, being a major celebrity often seen on screen, Zhou Wang was quite curious to at least take a look.
At this time, Qiu Zeyu and the others were discussing their own recent happenings, in which Zhou Wang had little interest. After a moment’s thought, he stood up and left the lounge.
...
In the side hall on the first floor.
Cheng Yiyi, whose cheeks were already flushed, was holding a champagne-filled glass, somewhat struggling, "Brother Peng, I, I really can’t drink anymore..."