But then, he quickly spat—
"You can't say such nonsense. Whether the materials can build a reputation depends on whether any of you can get into college."
What if none of the seven make it, then distributing these materials would be awkward.
Da Dan glanced at him, but said nothing.
Because even if he wasn't confident in his own results, he trusted Little Xuan's.
Chen Changhai was already optimistically imagining the future:
"Once I send out this pile of materials, maybe we'll have more college entrants, broadening our connections."
Not really hoping that anyone would do favors for him, but with the current national condition, if he ever gets caught in a business snag, these graduates might become leaders, a simple gesture from them would be significant.
He felt a strong sense of crisis recently—
"Did you go to the department store? They have toy trains from the factory there, saying they look just like real trains. I saw them, the windows are made of real glass!"
