Zheng Qiren and Fu Yanqiu had met Zhou Yi before, at Sun Zhenglian's birthday banquet in March.
Gong Changying and Song Qiaoping, who had attended the same banquet, had naturally met him too.
As for Sun Hongjie and Gao Jing, who had hosted the banquet, that went without saying.
At the time, the elders had called Zhou Yi over and questioned him at length. Then Jian Wanyan, Wei Siqi, and Xiao Xiangqian, all ministerial-level officials, had called him over for a chat. Finally, he had left the banquet early with Old Xiao's eldest grandson, Xiao Han, and Shan Wenxu of the Shan Family.
It was fair to say that Zhou Yi had been a focal point of their attention throughout the banquet.
However prejudiced they might have been, they had to admit that Jian Wanyan certainly knew how to pick a son-in-law.
In looks, he was handsome and distinguished.
In ability, he was talented, well-rounded, and outstanding.
Compared with him, their own children might not have been worlds apart, but they certainly paled into insignificance.
Now, two months later, they had met this young man again.
He had sharply defined brows, bright eyes, an upright bearing, and a composed air.
He wore a light blue shirt with two bars and three stars on his shoulders, signifying that he was only one step away from the rank of police commissioner.
Jin Mengsha and Xu Xinrui looked with some surprise at the young man they had met once before.
In civilian clothes and in police uniform, he looked like two entirely different people.
On Zhou Yi, that police uniform practically came with special bonuses: looks plus three, charm plus five!
He radiated a weighty authority. Even facing a ministerial-level official like Uncle Zheng, he showed not the slightest timidity or fear.
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