Zheng Yuan had thought Lu Yang had only made it this far through good luck. But after hearing what Lu Yang said, he felt that Lu Yang understood far more than he did. "I believe you. Only a few vice presidents know about your mistake; no one else does. Tomorrow morning, I'll announce that this was something we discussed beforehand, a show we put on together. You'll be transferred to St. Gall City for your merits and take charge of operating the four fortresses."
"Thank you, Boss," Zheng Yuan said sincerely.
Lu Yang said, "Don't thank me. You earned this merit by sacrificing your own feelings. Go to Canglang Fortress. Yuwei and Lan Yu are all there. Give them one final explanation, then find Tu Feng tomorrow morning to hand things over."
"Mm." Zheng Yuan turned and left.
Lu Yang poured himself a glass of vodka. After downing it in one gulp, he murmured, "It still feels best to drink it like this."
When he was upset, only hard liquor drunk this way could make him feel a little better.
Han Meng secretly poured herself a little from the side. After one sip, she spat it all out. "It tastes awful, Brother. This stuff is too harmful. Let's go back."
Lu Yang laughed. "What I'm drinking isn't alcohol. It's a mood. Forget it, let's go back. There's too much to deal with. Something as extravagant as drinking isn't for me to enjoy."
Han Sha, Han Meng, and the others were somewhat bewildered. They followed Lu Yang out of the bar and drove back to the studio. Just as he was about to return to his room and rest, Xia Yuwei appeared at the door, her face full of apology.
Lu Yang walked back into his room. "Why are you looking