The difficult problem was solved, Zheng Qiudong felt a sudden sense of relief, and his words became increasingly calm and composed, exuding a sense of confidence and ease with every move.
As the glasses were raised and clinked, the atmosphere gradually reached a climax.
Tang Song savored the fragrance of the fine wine while experiencing the unique "friendship from the game."
...
A little past 9 PM.
The Rolls Royce drove out from Lanfeng International Hotel.
Tang Song leaned against the backseat, gazing out at the flickering city neon lights.
After a while, he took out his phone from his pocket and looked at the unread messages.
Besides a few work-related and casual chat messages, there was one from his junior high school classmate, Zhang Lei.
[Zhang Lei: "Tang Song, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will officially be transferred to Yan City headquarters. I have to binge drink with you when I'm there!"]
