Friendship is easiest to be sublimated at the dinner table. When everyone eats hot pot, sings a little song, and hangs up, it means that they have friendship.
At the celebration banquet in the evening, everyone had different tastes, and the final decision was to eat hot pot. Everyone would like to have a hot pot, and there would be no differences due to taste issues.
The group of people sat at five or six tables in total. They didn't pay attention to identity, only the taste. Qi Yan preferred slightly spicy things, so he sat with Master Pei and his wife. Qi Yan doesn't drink, so after other people learn about his habits, no one will take him to drink together. After all, many people present have special identities, and they are not talking about business at the wine table, so doing too much is not good.
At the end of the meal, a staff member of the special team who was over 50 lay on the table and started crying. A man who looked rather tall at this time was crying like a child.
"Master Qi," he tugged Qi Yan's sleeve, and said vigorously, "Thank you, thank you."
Qi Yan patted his shoulder without speaking.
After everyone persuaded people to leave, Xiang Qiang walked to Qi Yan and observed Qi Yan's expression. Seeing that he had no intention of being offended, he said, "That's Lao Yang in our group. His wife is a Feng Shui master. She once participated in this exchange meeting. Later, she fell seriously ill and held Lao Yang's hand until she died, and she was stubborn about the results of the exchange meeting."
When Qi Yan heard this past, he felt as if he poured a glass of lemonade into it. It was sour and astringent, and it was terribly uncomfortable.
"In fact, it's not just Lao Yang, many people who know about this exchange meeting have been thinking of shameful shame all these years," Xiang Qiang said, blinking a bit sour eyes, and reaching out to pat Qi Yan's hand. Not much else, Master Qi, I respect you."
Qi Yan raised his drink cup and touched it with Xiang Qiang. The sweet juice slipped into the esophagus, and he turned his head to look at the people at other tables.
Almost everyone was happy, even Lu Gang, who was a little bit yin and yang, exchanged cups with a staff member of the special team, and his cheeks were red.
"I don't have the ability, and I can do very few things for the country, but..." Xiang Qiang smiled and scratched his head, "but as long as these things I do have meaning, then I will stick to them."
"No, you are great," Qi Yan shook his head, raised the cup and touched Xiang Qiang again. "It is precisely because there are many people like you who keep the darkness out of the country for everyone, so that you We dance the square dance happily, allowing young people to work freely, so that children can have a peaceful and peaceful childhood."
"You are the most powerful people."
Hearing these words, Xiang Qiang's face turned red, and he stammered and waved his hand: "Master Qi, if you continue to say this, I will be embarrassed."
Seeing his honest appearance, Qi Yan couldn't help but smile.
"Master Qi."
Two young girls came over here, they were still wearing special team uniforms, so even though they were not familiar with them, he still smiled at them: "Hello."
"Master Qi," the short-haired girl holding her mobile phone smiled embarrassedly, "I have a small thing I want to ask you. I only need you to poke a few times with the phone head, please."
"What's the matter?" Seeing that the girl had a soft face, a pure temperament, and a sense of righteousness that many people couldn't match, Qi Yan's smile became more obvious. Obviously she is such a pure and innocent girl, but in the future, she may become a terrific disturbance to all things. It's really unpredictable.
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The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance
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