Shen Lian was chatting with Zhao Wenshu on his phone. By the time he looked up again, the others were already utterly wasted.
Feng Yueshan and Kuang Chenghai had their arms slung around each other, calling each other brothers, while the rest played dice.
His face flushed red, Feng Yueshan turned to Sun Binghe. "Hey, Assistant Sun, you really don't have any interest in my buddy Zhou Yuanlin?"
"None," Sun Binghe said.
"But our little Zhou is such a great guy."
At that, Sun Binghe's gaze drifted over. "Three years ago, Hengtai and the Zhou Corporation had two joint projects. I handled them personally, and I saw Zhou Yuanlin's data compilations and some of his reports." A pained expression crossed his face as he continued, "They were even worse than his grades! Honestly, you rich kids have every advantage, but some of your abilities leave me in despair."
"That's not entirely fair." Chu Yilan couldn't help defending his friend. "Zhou Yuanlin does have a head for business. He just doesn't put much effort into the paperwork."
Sun Binghe unsteadily raised one finger. "Boss, as the saying goes, liars have to swallow ten thousand needles."
Chu Yilan said nothing.
Feng Yueshan smacked his lips. "Still drinking?"
"Sure," Kuang Chenghai said.
Sun Binghe nodded too.
Shen Lian desperately wanted to join them, but his health wouldn't allow it.
With nothing else to do, he played with Xu Yang, who couldn't drink either.
Chu Yilan knew when to stop. He stepped aside and left Ning Sixian and Xu Jingge to keep battling it out, then returned to Shen Lian's side.
By the time Yang Bin arrived, even Young Master Feng, who could hold his liquor best, was starting to look unfocused. Empty bottles covered the table.
"Was that deliberate?" Chu Yilan asked. "Why