Ji Lianhuo's hands trembled inexplicably, and he quickly squatted down to clean up the mess.
This is Uncle Yu's lunch box, not his own.
Getting out of the car, Wang Zhaomou was about to go to the drinking party with Mr. Zhang, when he had just walked two steps, he heard a sound behind him.
Old Qi quickly stood in front of Wang Zhaomou and looked warily at the source of the sound. Wang Zhaomou turned his head and saw an innocent old man standing across the street .
Smiling at the old man, Wang Zhaomou patted Old Qi on the shoulder, and walked into Yehun bar under the warm hospitality of the two managers of the bar.
"Master Wang, Mr. Zhang is already waiting for you in the box." Manager of Yehun smiled brightly,and said "The boss specially told me to treat you well today."
"Today I'm here to talk about business matters." Wang Zhaomou smiled politely, looking across the bar hall.It was not the time for the nightlife to start, there were only a few young people in the lobby, playing poker and drinking.
"Bring them a drink for me." Wang Zhaomou glanced at the young people from afar, then turned and entered the box.
Mr. Zhang has been here for a while, and he warmed up the venue in advance. There were more than a dozen empty bottles on the table, and two waiters stood beside him.
"Come on, have a drink, don't be shy!" Mr. Zhang's face was flushed, holding a waitress in his arms, fumbling with one hand, and kept pushing the wine glass to the other's mouth with the other hand.
"You already sold me so much wine,Then why don't you take initiative to order it for yourself?"
"Boss, I only sell wine, and there are patients in my family..." The waitress had messy hair and flushed cheeks, she had already drank a lot.
Seeing this scene,Wang Zhaomou glanced sideways at Old Qi, Old Qi understood, stepped forward and grasped Mr. Zhang's wrist with his iron-like hand, and pulled the waiter from Mr. Zhang's arms.
"Mr. Zhang, you're drunk."
"Ah." Mr. Zhang reeked of alcohol, glanced sideways at Old Qi, stood up with a smile, and looked at Wang Zhaomou.
"Look at me, I didn't even notice, Zhaomou, you are here."
"Mr. Zhang." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly.
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"Come, come, have a drink!" Mr. Zhang blushed, and put his hand on Wang Zhaomou's shoulder in a stumbling manner, "Let me tell you, out of the three children in your family, I have confidence in you. The Wang family is in your hands will definitely be able to prosper well!"
"Mr. Zhang didn't bring anyone here today?" Wang Zhaomou looked around, but he didn't see the two bodyguards Mr. Zhao usually used.
"Are you afraid of bad things? Let them go to the next room to play." President Zhang smiled and looked at the waitress standing next to him, "You have to have fun when you go out to play,don't you ?"
"Old Qi, go to the next door to see." Wang Zhao Mou's expression was as usual, "President Zhang's bodyguard, please greet them for me too."
Old Qi nodded sharply, opened the box door and left quickly.
"Zhaomou, come, have a drink. They say that your drinking capacity is poor. I absolutely don't believe it." Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and poured Wang Zhaomou's wine glass himself. "I and your father are old friends,for this,You have to respect me, right?"
Wang Zhaomou smiled, picked up the wine poured by Mr. Zhang with his fair and slender fingers, and looked down for a moment, as if he was waiting for something.
"If you're a man, drink it!" Mr. Zhang raised his hand, trying to persuade him.
"Mr. Zhang, I have something to tell you." Wang Zhaomou was not in a hurry, looked at the carved wine glass, and swirled the drink in it.
"I know!" Mr. Zhang cheered up, "Isn't it because your drinking capacity is poor, I don't mind!"
"Then if something happens...."
"I will be responsible for what happens!" Seeing that Wang Zhaomou hadn't toasted yet, he frowned, feeling a little displeased, "I just helped your Wang family take a 70 million order, and you don't even want to drink a glass of wine for me?"
The door of the box opened suddenly, and Old Qi walked in. Just as Mr. Zhang was about to ask, he caught the sight of Wang Zhaomou raising his head sharply out of the corner of his eye, drinking half a glass of wine in three or four seconds.
"That's right..." Mr. Zhang hadn't finished speaking when Wang Zhaomou dropped his wine glass heavily.
Old Qi seemed to have received some signal, and walked towards Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang sensed something was wrong, and immediately called out to his two bodyguards, but no one responded for a long time.
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