"Brother Chu, our MBA program is starting soon. I was thinking, should we cook something up after classes begin?"
"After all, these people are at least at the executive level. A lot of them are rich, so they're a perfect match for the club's clientele."
Life was good for Lu Ming these days.
At home, after telling his dad he had a real job, a sense of peace settled over the whole family. At least he was no longer seen as a prime example of someone just drifting aimlessly, and his parents had finally stopped nagging him.
The older generation still believed that a child's willingness to work meant they had finally settled down, developed career ambitions, and were ready to get down to business.
He drove his Porsche sports car to work every day, chatted with clients, shot the breeze with colleagues, and flirted with the beautiful girls in the caddie department. It was relaxing and enjoyable. At least he no longer had those moments of emptiness he used to feel.
