Su Qingyu was a little nervous.
In her pocket, she still had the bone knife that Wuxin had given her.
Tiandi Bank specially invited her here, so no matter what, it should produce a powerful figure.
After waiting in the reception room for a while, a middle-aged man with messy hair and wearing a shabby gray hat ran in in a panic.
"Duang—"
He also hit his head on the table.
Why is there a sloppy old man burping
His eyes were hazy and lifeless, his hands were placed on the table, his dirty fingers pressed into the cake, he reeked of alcohol, and he leaned his head to stare at Su Qingyu, his mouth opened for a long time before he complained, "Yes, it's you, it's you, Du Yu keeps asking why you don't go find him... hiccup... you really were brought here by those bad guys."
"Sir, what are you talking about?" Su Qingyu stood up, frowning slightly.
The uncle sat directly on the table.
"I managed to sneak out before those old guys came. I have something to say to you... I want to say... what was I going to say?"
The uncle's brain seemed to have a short circuit.
He hit his head hard several times through his hat.
Su Qingyu was ready to fight, but was forced to retreat again and again by the uncle's drunken stink. "Uncle, how about you introduce yourself first?"
The sour smell of the wine was so strong that it went straight to the top of my head.
The drunk uncle pointed at himself with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist, veins popping out, and spoke with resentment: "Me, don't you even recognize me?"
Su Qingyu shook his head.
It seems a little familiar.
But there is no such person in my memory.
The uncle laughed at himself, "I... hiccup... I'm Zhang Zikun, the legal representative of the Morningstar Group, the biggest scapegoat... hehe... back then, when the group was making the most money, I had no share in the stocks, and no share in the dividends. Now, the group is in chaos, so I was pulled out to be the legal representative, hahaha! Now a new person has replaced me, and I've become a useless chess piece."
No... Why am I talking about myself? I want to talk about you... It's you..."
He started to get stuck again.
Su Qingyu ordered a bottle of pure milk for Zhang Zikun from Mingbao A, then inserted a plastic straw and handed the milk to the uncle.
"Mr. Zhang, please wake up first."
Milk can help you sober up.
The uncle looked at the milk that appeared out of thin air, squinted at Su Qingyu, and waved his hand: "I'm not drunk."
"Oh, yes, you are not drunk. Here is wine. How about another glass?" Su Qingyu handed him two napkins. A drunk person would say that he is not drunk. She thought to herself, this person should not be the president of Tiandi Bank.
"Wine... I want to drink more wine..."
Zhang Zikun immediately took the milk, gulped it down, then wiped his nose with a napkin, and his eyes gradually became clear.
He stared at Su Qingyu for nearly three minutes, then he showed a look of fear, sat down on the chair, covered his face and started crying: "Wow, that bastard Du Yu didn't even consider me as his master? Why am I so unlucky? Who would push his master out to die like this? I don't want to come out... Ah... Don't look for me! Don't look for me!"