Is Your Appetite Bigger Than a Tiger's?

At four-thirty in the afternoon, Li Ye and Lu Zhizhang got off work early, preparing to meet the guests from Dongshan.

"Li Ye, I've already made arrangements with Director Wang from the City Motor Vehicle Manufacturing Plant. We'll go over half an hour early. Even if the talks fall through, we can't make them wait and think we're looking down on them."

Li Ye nodded. "Makes sense. When the host invites guests to dinner, the guests shouldn't arrive before the host."

Lu Zhizhang asked again, "Do you think we should bring along two men to drink with them? I heard Dongshan people can really hold their liquor."

"Mm, you're right."

Li Ye smiled. "I'm from Dongshan myself. I can really drink."

Li Ye really could drink. Once they arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, he immediately drank three rounds with Wang Jinyu, the deputy factory director sitting across from him. His brimming sincerity turned the other man's face red.

Wang Jinyu wiped away some sweat and said with a smile, "I'd heard long ago that Deputy Director Li was also from Dongshan, but I never had the chance to meet you. Now that I have, sure enough... it feels close, it really does. Hahaha~"

Most people who encountered Li Ye at a drinking table would praise him as young and promising.

But Wang Jinyu could not praise him that way, because he was not much older himself. Like Li Ye, he was only a young man in his early twenties.

"If it feels close, then let's have a few more cups. The moment I heard fellow Dongshan natives had arrived, I hurried over to entertain you. I have to treat you properly—eat well, drink well."

Li Ye picked up the bottle and was about to pour Wang Jinyu another drink,