After finishing the call with Director Wen,
Jiang Nanshu found Duan Huaiyu's number.
She dialed it directly.
The phone rang for two seconds before connecting.
After a two-second silence, the voice hesitated from the other end, "Miss?"
Jiang Nanshu chuckled lightly, responding lazily, "Yeah, it's me."
"Do you need something?"
Jiang Nanshu yawned, her voice languid, "I'm here to repay you for saving my life. Where are you?"
"Swimming hall, actually never mind, I..."
"I sent you the address by text. Remember to go, it's an opportunity I secured for you," Jiang Nanshu stated bluntly.
"Miss..." Duan Huaiyu wanted to say something else but ended with a simple, "Thank you."
Jiang Nanshu hung up and texted him the address given by Director Wen.
She had already paved the way for him.
Whether or not he succeeded depended entirely on his own effort and desire.
Director Wen was not a man driven by fame and fortune.
