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After staying up late for three days to fix bugs, Zhao Yizhi and his colleagues were eating instant noodles crazily in the office. When they opened the second bucket of braised beef flavor, news about Ji Bai, the city's richest man, suddenly played on his colleague's phone.
Looking at the richest man on the screen who was leaning on a cane and had some gray hair on his temples, Zhao Yizhi glanced at the instant noodles in his hand and said to his colleagues rather sadly: "For a rich man like him, he must be eating authentic braised beef for midnight snack, right?"
"That's for sure. We'll have to have steak! It has to be the Michelin type." The colleague joked while he was panting.
"So happy." Zhao Yizhi was immediately envious after hearing this. She had never even eaten Western food, let alone Michelin!
"But I heard that this guy had a pretty miserable life when he was young. Not only was he abandoned by his fiancée and all his money was taken away, he was also beaten and had a leg disabled. It seems that his family also died due to an accident..."
Zhao Yizhi still wanted to listen to the gossip carefully, but she felt her colleagues' voices getting farther and farther away, and she closed her eyes in a daze. When she opened them again, she found that she seemed to be sitting in a restaurant.
She looked down at the white shirt and bell-bottoms she was wearing, the floral tablecloth in front of her, and a bowl of untouched steak. Suddenly she heard a female voice full of disgust coming from the next table: "Ji Bai, why can't you even eat Western food? Can you not make any noise when you cut the steak? It's so embarrassing!"
Hearing that familiar name, Zhao Yi subconsciously turned his head, and then subconsciously opened his eyes. Isn't this the richest man in their city?
It's just that the Ji Bai in front of her is twenty or thirty years younger than the one she saw on TV...
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