After the lunch break bell rang, everyone in the department rushed to get off work and eat, while Old Ding slowly packed up his utensils.
Li Ye also slowly packed his schoolbag. Master and apprentice tacitly lagged behind everyone else.
Old Ding looked at Li Ye and said somewhat helplessly, "You can put it off for a while, but not forever.
"An official one rank higher can crush you to death. In the end, Wu Qingyi will still shove the Fangshan Parts Factory matter onto your head, and you'll even earn yourself a reputation for not knowing the way."
Li Ye smiled and shook his head, taking two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and placing them on Old Ding's desk.
"Let's not talk about such unpleasant things, Master. I'm getting married the day after tomorrow! If you're free, come have a drink!"
"I thought you'd forgotten to invite me! Oh, Ashima—these are good cigarettes!"
Old Ding smiled, then pointed at the two packs on the desk and asked Li Ye, "Are you only inviting me for drinks? Or do you want me to help invite the colleagues?"
The rule in the Land of Flowers was that for happy occasions, no invitation meant no attendance; for funerals, no invitation was needed.
If Li Ye wanted his colleagues to attend his wedding and offer congratulations, he had to invite them personally. And generally, he could not invite them himself—he had to find a suitable intermediary to help him.
That was why Old Ding asked.
But Li Ye shook his head. "Master, I just got here and haven't even exchanged more than a few words with my colleagues. How could I have the nerve to ask them to chip in? Forget it!"
"Fine, so you've got your eye on my gift money.