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Ignoring Zhang Yang's expectant expression, Zhang Yifan answered the phone.

The familiar voice of Tian Jun came through the receiver: "Mr. Zhang, this is Tian Jun."

We have some good news to share: the Rice Car project was officially launched today, and the car manufacturing has been finalized.

As the third largest shareholder of the rice company, I would like to invite you to the project launch conference to be held in Beijing next month. Major media outlets will be present.

The private room was quiet, and Tian Jun's voice could be faintly heard through the receiver.

Several students who were nearby vaguely heard words like "rice," "shareholders," and "press conference," and looked confused.

Zhang Yifan switched the phone to his other hand and, under the watchful eyes of everyone at the table, calmly replied with three words: "Understood."

Then prepare to hang up the phone.

Just as he was about to put his phone back on the table, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and snatched it away.

Zhang Yifan turned his head and saw that Zhang Yang had appeared behind him at some point, holding his phone in his hand, with an expression on his face as if he were exposing some shocking scam.

"Let me see what you're up to with this act."

Zhang Yang held up his phone, pressed the speakerphone button, and said into the microphone in a tone befitting someone giving a sales call, "Hey? Whatever you're trying to sell, we've got other things to do. We'll call you back later."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Tian Jun's voice rang out again, this time amplified through the entire private room via speakerphone: "Who are you? Where is Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yang scoffed, glanced around at all the students at the table, and said in an extremely exaggerated tone, "Who am I? Who are you? What right do you have to know who I am?"

The voice on the other end of the phone remained calm: "This is Tian Jun."

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then laughed even louder, leaning back as if he had heard the biggest joke ever:

"You're Tian Jun? I'm Luo Dazui! That's fucking hilarious!"

He swiped his thumb and hung up the phone, tossing it onto the table.

Turning to Zhang Yifan, he lectured him in a tone of someone who had been through it all: "Yifan, you have little social experience, so don't get scammed."

Telecom fraud is rampant these days; there are countless people impersonating celebrities to scam money over the phone.

He said he was Tian Jun? Hahaha, that's hilarious. Tian Jun can still call you Zhang Yifan.

But I must say, the voices are quite similar.

Zhang Yifan did not pick up the phone on the table.

He looked at Zhang Yang's self-righteous expression, as if he were waiting for everyone to praise him with "Well done."

His eyes were filled with three words: care for the intellectually disabled.

This guy must be out of his mind!

Snatching someone's phone is already a socially offensive act, let alone taking it and then publicly mocking them under the guise of doing what's best for them.

Just as he was about to speak, someone in the private room suddenly stood up.

It's not Zong Wen.

It was a boy named Liu Wei who sat diagonally across from me at the round table and was usually barely noticeable in class.

His grades are average, he's introverted, and the amount of talk he's given in the past three years probably doesn't even come close to the amount of boasting he's given tonight.

He was staring at Zhang Yifan in disbelief, his fingers trembling slightly, so excited that he was stammering.

"No, that's right! I've been a loyal fan of rice for many years, I can tell just by listening!"

That's Mr. Tian's voice!

Zhang Yifan, you actually have President Tian's phone number!

He'll even call you first!

Zhang Yang frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, waved his hand, and said in an extremely confident tone:

"How could that be? Who is President Tian? Why would he take the initiative to contact someone as insignificant as Zhang Yifan?"

Liu Wei, you must have misheard. There are plenty of people who sound like that.

Others chimed in, "That's right, how could President Tian possibly call Zhang Yifan? It's just that the voice sounds similar."

"Exactly, there are plenty of people who sound alike. I even saw an impersonator on a short video platform the other day, and the voice was exactly the same as Tian Jun's."

"Zhang Yifan, did you find someone online with a similar voice to help you with this act?"

Liu Wei's face flushed red, and he shook his head vigorously, his tone even more resolute than before:

"Absolutely impossible!"

I've been using this phone since the first generation of the Mi series, and my alarm clock is always AreyouOK.

I've watched Mr. Tian's press conferences at least ten times each. I can hear his accent, pauses, and speaking rhythm even with my eyes closed!

There's absolutely no way you wouldn't recognize Mr. Tian's voice!

He turned to look at Zhang Yifan, his eyes filled with the same mixture of admiration and disbelief that a fan would have when meeting someone close to their idol.

"Zhang Yifan, why did President Tian call you? Do you know him?"

Zhang Yifan thought to himself, "Good question."

This guy is simply the perfect straight man sent by God.

Zhang Yang's actions of snatching the phone were already outrageous enough, but now Liu Wei, a die-hard fan of rice, has even brought food to help him save face.

He would be doing a disservice to the fact that the meal was split among everyone at the party if he didn't follow the path.

He looked at Liu Wei and said in a very calm tone:

"Nothing special, I just bought some rice stocks before and became their shareholder."

"Just now, their CEO, Mr. Tian, ​​called and said there's a press conference in Beijing next month, and he wants me to go."

After these words, the private room fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Zhang Yifan is really daring to make things up. Which of the shareholders of Dami Technology isn't a billionaire? How could Zhang Yifan, a high school student, possibly be so rich?"

"The top student in the province has gone crazy from studying. He can come up with such an outrageous reason. Maybe he even bought the Land Rover after going crazy and taking out a loan."

"The rice is currently worth over 200 billion. Even being the smallest shareholder would cost a lot of money. Zhang Yifan should do some research before making this up."

Zhang Yang was overjoyed as he listened to the jeers and jeers around him.

He had originally planned how to embarrass Zhang Yifan in public, but Zhang Yifan delivered himself to his doorstep, telling a colossal lie that was easily exposed.

He glanced in Lin Wanqing's direction.

Girls hate men who are full of lies the most. Zhang Yifan's actions tonight were practically self-destruction in front of her.

Zhang Yang is a true second-generation rich kid whose family owns a cement factory. If Zhang Yifan, a peddler who relies on boasting to save face, were to stand next to him, Lin Wanqing would know which one to choose if she weren't blind.

However, when he glanced over, he found that Lin Wanqing's gaze was still fixed on Zhang Yifan.

Damn it! What kind of bewitching drug did Zhang Yifan give her?

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth.

His face once again wore that cheerful expression:

"Yifan, it's not that I don't believe you, but what you're saying is too outrageous!"

How much rice stock did you buy that would make Tian Jun call you personally?

Hahaha! You didn't actually get scammed, did you?