In the office, the two were chatting about some high school classmates, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

It was mainly Guo Mengyao talking, and Chen Feng occasionally asked about their high school classmates' current situations, most of which Chen Feng was unaware of.

What made Chen Feng feel most wistful was that there were 52 people in their class at the time, and surprisingly, two of them had already passed away, both male classmates. One died in a car accident, the other committed suicide due to depression.

Regarding the one who died in the car accident, Chen Feng didn't feel much about it. Aside from not being familiar with him and having an average relationship, car accidents are such accidents that no one can do anything about them. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

However, the one who committed suicide due to depression was quite familiar to Chen Feng, having sat two rows in front of him for two years in high school, performed relatively well academically, attended a reputable university, and seemed optimistic and cheerful on the surface, always wearing a smile, with no sign of depression at all.

Chen Feng could only speculate he wasn't depressed in high school but gradually became so after college and entering the workforce, eventually leading to that point.

Chen Feng wanted to inquire about what he had experienced over the years, but unfortunately, Guo Mengyao didn't know much about this classmate's past, only that after graduating college, he had been working in Beijing in advertising design, and then two years ago, suddenly took an overdose of sleeping pills.

He might not have truly intended to commit suicide at the time, possibly just accidentally took too many pills.

Whatever the actual reasons were, only that classmate himself would know.

The uncertainties of worldly matters and human affairs are roughly like that.

"In the current class group, everyone knows you're wealthy and started a company in Xiu Zhou, but apart from Qin Zhen and me, others, including Xiao Yue and Wang Fang, probably aren't very clear about how much money you have or what company you opened. I don't know why you keep it under wraps. Wouldn't it be better to be as open as me with a net worth in billions?"

Chen Feng had previously specifically told her and Qin Zhen not to reveal his current circumstances in the class group, especially the fact of him being wealthy.

He couldn't help it; he had always enjoyed being low-key, plus the Chinese tradition of keeping wealth discreet, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being low-key.

"You can't stay low-key even if you wanted to; such a large factory and company are right there. It's different for me; very few people in our hometown know about me opening a film company over in Xiu Zhou. It's better to remain low-key; otherwise, a huge crowd might come to borrow money. Don't you agree?"

"True, ever since I returned, quite a few people from our hometown have come looking to borrow money. Relatives are alright; most on my parents' sides aren't short on money, so not many come borrowing. I lend where I should.

It's those former classmates whom I wasn't that close with, including elementary and middle school classmates. I can't even remember their names, haven't contacted them in years, yet somehow, they come asking to borrow money. I wonder where they get the nerve?

High school classmates are relatively better. After all, we attended a top school back then; classmates weren't either top students or came from affluent backgrounds. Only two or three came to borrow money. One female classmate said her father was gravely ill and needed 300,000, but after some digging, it was a lie. I exposed her falsehood, then blocked her, socially ending her in the class group. She no longer has the face to contact any of us.

The other two were male classmates; one needed help with a house down payment and was short by over 100,000. I checked, and it turned out to be true, so I lent him 200,000, had him sign an IOU, and he agreed to repay with interest over several years. That was comforting.

The other one claimed to be facing funding difficulties for his business, asking to borrow 2 million for turnover. I checked, and while it was true, his character was not; back in high school, he had issues with both you and me, and his relationship with other classmates was also average. I certainly wasn't stupid enough to lend him.

You should know who this is, right? I remember you had a run-in with him in high school, almost ended up in a fight."

Chen Feng thought about it; during his three years in high school, he had very few conflicts, let alone ones almost leading to a fight with only one person likely.

"That Pu something? Sat next to me for two or three months."

Chen Feng only remembered the classmate's last name was Pu, like in 'Dandelion and had a somewhat deep impression, though the full name didn't come to mind right away.

Guo Mengyao nodded, "Yes, that would be Pu Fangye. Academically, he was at the bottom of the class and had been admitted through his father's money and connections. He loved cheating during exams and held a grudge against you for not letting him copy when you were desk mates. He often sought trouble with you, but eventually ended up breaking his own phone and wrongly blamed it on you, leading to a scuffle that nearly turned physical. Luckily, a few of us, including Qin Zhen, broke it up, and later on, you both were seated apart."

Listening to this, Chen Feng couldn't help recalling incidents with this Pu classmate back then. Some issues he didn't quite understand or care to investigate deeply, but now looking back, he realized that the conflict with Pu wasn't merely because of copying exams but primarily due to Pu classmate's fondness for the front desk classmate, Guo Mengyao. Yet, she didn't quite reciprocate, responding indifferently, which would often lead to verbal spats due to his temper. Their relationship was quite poor.