Yin Guo didn't know that this man in a faded down jacket had just sold a company valued at tens of billions.
Little did he know that at the bottom of his drawer was an exceptional admission notice from the national billiards team.
Until one day, a special military vehicle suddenly stopped at the school gate, and a man in uniform saluted him: "Mr. Nangong, your uncle invites you to return to Beijing."
The club in Yin Guo's hand fell to the snow with a bang.
