The waiter opened a bottle of red wine.
Ji Xianzheng said, "My friend brought me this Louis XIII from abroad. It has been stored for a while and he said it tastes great. I'll pour a glass for Xiao Wen as well."
"She can't drink red wine. She'll get drunk."
"Let her have a taste."
Wen Qiao stared at his wine glass and pursed her lips. Fu Nanli picked up the wine glass and put one hand on the back of her neck: "Just drink one sip, ok?"
Wen Qiao took a sip from his cup. It was sweet and mellow, with the aroma of the wine carrying the aroma of the wooden barrel. The aftertaste was a bit harsh on the throat, and then it turned sweet after a while. The taste was very rich. She wanted to take another sip, but he took the glass away and said, "You can only drink one sip."
Wen Qiao: “Okay.”
Just this one sip made her feel a little drunk, and by the end of the meal, her cheeks were flushed. She was not drunk, but just felt a little hot.
Fu Nanli held their coats in one hand and held her in the other as they walked out.
As soon as the four of them left the private room, Wen Qiao heard a very teasing voice: "Ah, isn't this the famous Young Master Ji, the chairman of Dongchuan Airlines?"
Looking up, they saw a man of medium height, with greasy hair and powdered face, wearing an indigo velvet suit, standing in front of them, followed by a few young men who looked like the second generation of wealthy families.
They were quite rampant at first, but when they saw them, they calmed down a little.
The Fu family, the Ji family, and the Chu family are all wealthy families among the wealthy and should not be easily offended.
Ji Xianzheng's smile was somewhat cold, and he did not respond to him.
Wu Junyuan came forward, his expression was full of gloating, but he patted Ji Xianzheng on the shoulder in a considerate manner: "Ups and downs are common in business, so you don't have to worry too much about it, Mr. Ji."
Ji Xianzheng gently brushed away the hand on his shoulder: "Thank you for your concern."
There is no desire to talk.
Wu Junyuan said with a smile: "At the Aviation Association's annual meeting tomorrow night, I'm afraid that the incident in Dongchuan will be used as a typical example for criticism again, Young Master Ji."
The smile in Ji Xianzheng's eyes was mixed with a sinister light: "If there is a mistake, I will correct it. I humbly accept the criticism of the guild."
Wu Junyuan laughed proudly, "Young Master Ji, you don't have to put on such a forced smile. We are all colleagues. I know you have a lot of resentment in your heart. It's all your fault that you didn't know how to judge people. You let your Captain Luo be promoted to captain. He got you into trouble right after he was promoted, didn't he? You must keep your eyes open in the future."
Ji Xianzheng smiled and said, "Then I hope that Wu Shaodong's Nanyun Airlines will be safe and sound. Oh, no, you have been in second place for a long time. Now that you are in the first place, I am afraid you are not used to it."
Wu Junyuan's face suddenly fell. He had a relaxed expression just now, teasing others, but now he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm used to it, and I want to stay in the first place forever."
Ji Xianzheng patted his shoulder and said, "Then you must try your best to keep it up."
He completely took control of the situation.
In this kind of situation where two parties meet on a narrow road and confront each other, whoever gets anxious first will lose.
The big guys have always been calm and indifferent.
Who can always be smooth and peaceful
After Ji Xianzheng finished speaking, he walked forward indifferently, and Fu Nanli followed closely behind him, holding Wen Qiao and Chu Qingyou.
Wu Junyuan had a thousand curse words stuck in his throat. When he saw Fu Nanli and Chu Qingyou, he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only endure it until their figures disappeared at the end of the corridor. Then he cursed "Fuck. Him."
(End of this chapter)