Time quickly flew by to two days later. These past two days, besides spending time with his family, Qi Yun also attended several events organized by the city, mainly to publicize his personal achievements.
That afternoon, after finishing recording a personal interview, Qi Yun had just stepped out of the city TV station when he received a call from abroad. He glanced at the note on the screen and sighed inwardly, knowing it was time to repay a debt.
"Qi Yun, congratulations! I've seen reports about you even here in Zhongdong."
Qi Yun leaned against the car, smiling helplessly: "Haha, it's all just empty fame. I owe it to Mr. Salaman for his help last time. If there's a chance, I'll personally come to Zhongdong to thank you."
"Hahaha, please don't call me 'Mr.', just use my name, otherwise it makes our relationship seem distant." Salaman's hearty laughter came through the receiver, "And there's no need to thank me either. Friends are meant to help each other."
