At noon, the blazing sun hung high, and the Spring Breeze carried a hint of warmth.
Outside a seafood restaurant called "Haisheng."
Guo Panwei drove the Mercedes Business into the open-air parking lot. Lin Pingping, dressed in professional attire, got out and opened the door for Dong Xuebin. There was also a colleague from Business Section One with them, a young man in his twenties named Zhang Fan. Lin Pingping had brought him along for two reasons: Zhang Fan had also been involved in following up on and planning this project, and he could really hold his liquor. She had heard that the investor, Liang Zeyuan, was an exceptionally heavy drinker, so Zhang Fan had been brought to drink with him. After all, eating and drinking well would help the work go more smoothly.
Lin Pingping reminded him, "Xiao Zhang, we're counting on you this time."
Zhang Fan gave a bitter smile. "Section Chief Lin, General Manager Liang drinks by the jin—one jin, even one and a half jin. Last time, General Manager Liang got me drunk..."
"You're getting scared before you've even started drinking?" Lin Pingping frowned. "That attitude won't do. Today, you need to go all out. If we land this deal, I'll make sure you get credit."
"I'll do my best." Zhang Fan could only brace himself and go along with it.
Dong Xuebin, who was walking ahead, heard them and turned around. "The investor can really drink?"
Lin Pingping smiled. "Last time, I saw General Manager Liang drink nearly a whole bottle of Moutai by himself—about one and a half jin, maybe more. He was still perfectly fine afterward, like he could have drunk several more bottles without a problem. General Manager Liang also likes people who can drink. Yesterday at dinner, he talked more with