Xia Fei: "Wang Hao? His life has been rough, unemployed and stuck at home. What made you think of him?"
Niu Bochao: "That bad, huh? Actually, I did receive his resume recently. He wanted to be a security guard at our company. I figured since we're all old classmates, I should help him out. But unfortunately, our boss didn't approve it—said his qualifications weren't enough. What a situation this has caused."
Everyone else nodded in agreement: "Yeah, it's really sad."
Diao Hongru: "It's quite tragic indeed."
Niu Bochao: "He has it rough, but Diao, you're on a different level! Isn't your company making a couple of million a year? Driving around in an Audi Q7 like nobody's business—I see you! Come on, spill the beans, how many girls have you charmed recently?"
Diao Hongru: "Heh, it's been alright. Lately, I've been trying to woo a young actress, invested thirty or forty thousand but nothing has progressed."