They say strength earns respect. In a fish-catching contest, Zhang Yang's small team of three earned Ding Wen's approval through their results. After all, those who know Ding Wen well understand how stingy he can be. Getting him to take the initiative to invite someone to dinner is no easy feat.
However, given Zhang Yang's understanding of Ding Wen's character, he was certain he wouldn't attend the meal. They simply weren't aligned.
"Sorry, we've already made other plans. Maybe next time!" Zhang Yang pretended to hesitate as he shook his head, politely declining.
"Oh, I see. Well, let's catch up next time when there's a chance!" A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Ding Wen's face.
Having declined Ding Wen's invitation, within minutes the draw for the second round concluded as well. At the judge's command, everyone began entering the arena.
