Chapter 128.1 (1/2)

”Mr. Xin, you are joking.” The man stands up from his seat with a smile and raises his goblet.

Liang Xiaoyu carefully observed the man in front of him. He saw Zhao Ju in a black suit. He was about forty or fifty years old. His hair was a little bald at the temples. A pair of smart and deep eyes flashed under his thick black eyebrows, and there was a little stubble on his slightly thick lips.

”This is Zhao Ju. This is my secretary.” As usual, Xin Zezhao made a brief introduction.

”Hello, Zhao Ju. I'm Liang Xiaoyu, Secretary of President Xin. ” Liang Xiaoyu politely reaches out his hand to Zhao Ju. Zhao Ju follows Xin Zezhao's words and looks at Liang Xiaoyu. His shrewd eyes scan Liang Xiaoyu for a circle. He nods his head with satisfaction, and holds Liang Xiaoyu's hand with face.

The slightly fat hand seemed to scratch Liang Xiaoyu's palm inadvertently, which made Liang Xiaoyu feel like he was shocked by an electric shock.

”Sit down and say it.” Zhao bureau is not strange at all, and still invites Xin Zezhao and Liang Xiaoyu to sit down with a smile.

Liang Xiaoyu takes back his hand very uncomfortably, suppresses the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, tries to maintain the smile on his face, and sits down with Xin Zezhao.

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Bureau enthusiastically raised his glass to Xin Zezhao, with a slightly dissatisfied tone: ”I said, Mr. Xin, you've avoided eating together several times before. You don't drink at all. If it's still like this today, I'll be angry. You have to give me some noodles and drink more or less.”

Xin Zezhao calmly took the wine glass in front of him, gently raised it without saying a word, slightly raised his head, and the bright red liquid in the glass disappeared.

”Uncle Zhao.” Xinzezhao sincerity, put down the empty glass, immediately there is waiting on the side of the waiter came forward, filled.

”Hahaha, Zezhao, you've done a good job. I like your cheerful attitude!” With Xin Zezhao's first work as respect, Zhao Bureau was in a good mood. Along with his address, he was close to many people, just like an elder.

Zhao Ju's hearty laughter enlivened the atmosphere of the dinner. ”Should your secretary give me a toast first?”