When Huang Mingxian saw his chairman—his backer—raising a toast to Xiao Bei,
he knew that this time, he had truly kicked an iron plate.
His legs were already trembling.
Others might not know Zhu Zhenke's influence.
But Huang Mingxian did!
At that thought, he looked at Xiao Bei in terror.
Especially when he recalled how arrogant and domineering he had been toward Xiao Bei earlier.
It felt as though slap after slap had landed on his face.
When Xiao Bei saw Zhu Zhenke toast him,
he smiled faintly.
Zhu Zhenke's attitude had already made his position clear.
Naturally, Xiao Bei accepted it.
He was not an idiot who would deliberately slap a chairman in the face.
It was enough for those who deserved it to be punished.
There was no need to make enemies for himself.
That was one of Xiao Bei's principles in dealing with people.
Even now, he had never thought of himself as invincible.
After all, he had been assassinated just yesterday.
The waters of this world ran deep.
Perhaps someone you looked down on had a billionaire among their friends.
Such people existed too.
Under normal circumstances, Xiao Bei would not take the initiative to provoke anyone.
But if someone came looking for trouble with him, Xiao Bei would not refrain from striking back.
Xiao Bei raised his glass and gestured toward Zhu Zhenke.
When Zhu Zhenke saw Xiao Bei's gesture,
all the unease he had felt before coming vanished at once.
At the same time, he formed an excellent impression of Xiao Bei.
This was a man with exceptionally high emotional intelligence.
No wonder he had become the chairman of a major capital firm at such a young age.
People like him, who knew when to advance and retreat and remained emotionally stable, were the