He walked along the path in the garden, the fragrance was fragrant, and the garden seemed to have no end in sight.

He was the only one in the garden. He walked for a long time without seeing another person. Only the melodious violin sound suddenly sounded and then stopped suddenly.

The sound of the piano stopped and Ji Changmu woke up.

Looking up, the bookstore is still a bookstore, not a garden.

There were not many people in the store at noon. There were only a few adults standing in front of the bookshelf. He touched the tea cup and found that the unfinished black tea had already gone cold.

It was almost two o'clock when he packed up his things and left the bookstore to go to the conference center.

Everyone was making friends and talking loudly. Ji Changmu found his seat and sat down. The middle-aged man from out of town next to him said hello.

"Hello, where are you from?"

"I am from Bincheng." Ji Changmu responded.

"Oh, this is my business card." The man handed over his business card with a smile, "Which company do you work for?"

Ji Changmu didn't have a business card, so he had to apologize: "Sorry, I don't have a business card, I'm still in college."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. He must be the son of some executive family. It's always a good thing to make friends if you can come here."

Ji Changmu was speechless for a moment.

After a long while, he said politely and friendly: "The tickets were given by a friend."

"Oh, it doesn't matter." The man gradually put away the smile on his face. Seeing that there was no communication value, he turned around to communicate with the person on the other side.

Ji Changmu sat alone in his seat, looking straight ahead at the stage. The stage was brightly lit and the red carpet was spread out for a long time. The time had not yet come and there was no one on the stage.

This time, Tong Zhenghai noticed Ji Changmu.

As an outstanding corporate representative in Bincheng, he has a seat, but his position is obviously inferior to Ji Changmu.

He was two rows behind Ji Changmu, the VIP seat.

Where did this guy get the tickets? He couldn't even get the seat!

Tong Zhenghai stared at Ji Changmu in front of him for several minutes. Ji Changmu did not turn his head and did not know that anyone was looking at him.

Everyone was chatting and making friends, but Ji Changmu was a little out of tune with the people around him, and his age was also out of tune with them.

There was still a quarter of an hour before the start, and Ji Changmu turned on his phone.

Tong Qian sent him some photos, photos of her playing outside today, with her high school classmates beside her.

Her summer vacation was colorful and she had already made plans. For example, she wanted to learn watercolor, she also planned to learn pipa, and travel to several places. Of course, Ji Changmu was not included in these plans, because Ji Changmu could not come with her.

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Ji Changmu moved his eyelids slightly and put away his phone.

In the afternoon, several foreigners shared foreign financial principles and cooperation concepts. When it was about to begin, Josnian and his group sat at the front as guests.

From Ji Changmu's angle, he could just see Josnian's side face. He was handsome and dignified, with a high nose bridge, thin lips slightly pursed, and a tight chin line. He was wearing a dark shirt that was clean and straight with no wrinkles. His eyes were looking straight.

On stage, the assistant next to him would occasionally whisper a few words to him.

Ji Changmu thought to himself that since Mr. Qiao was here, he didn't say a word or say hello, which was very rude.
Chapter completed!