Chapter 279： Interlude: Lu Minghui, unwilling to die (1/2)

Seeing Zhou Yuan rejected her proposal, Du Lin was very honest and smart and didn't continue to pester in this regard.

After talking with Zhou Yuan, watching TV for a while, and then playing another friendly match inexplicably, Zhou Yuan received news from his uncle.

It's really a coincidence.

The time for this ”family banquet” in the evening was set at eight o'clock, and the place... just happened to be on the side of Yinhai Building again!

But this time it is not the Guanhai Hotel, but a well-reputed home-style restaurant called ”Baiweiju” which is separated by several floors.

Of course, the home-style restaurant is what Zhou Yuan gave. In fact, this restaurant is also quite famous. Moreover, the consumption is not low. If per capita, it is almost 1,200 upwards.

Choosing a place like this gave Zhou Yuan a new impression of his cousin who hadn't seen him in a long time.

Obviously this guy who has recently mixed up should be really good, otherwise the average company white-collar worker can't say that he can't afford this place... but he is definitely not willing to spend so much!

After all, after listening to that, this cousin still has to bring his girlfriend to the scene, so counting down five people, how can he start at five or six thousand!

Five or six thousand, in Guancheng, that is almost a salary that can only be obtained by white-collar workers at the middle and low-level managerial level.

Most people are naturally not so willing to eat a meal.

Of course, the most important thing is that this place is too close. You can get there in a few minutes after you get out of the hotel and get on the elevator.

Zhou Yuan didn't rush to leave either, anyway, he was so close, he simply continued to accompany Du Lin's greasy ink.

at the same time.

Silver Sea Building, 73 floors.

The office area on the right, Minghui Networks.

”Mr. Lu, do you have time tonight? Let's discuss the promotion of some of your company's products. How about a meal by the way?”

In the office, Lu Minghui spoke to the phone alone, with a cold and hopeful smile.

”Mr. Lu” on the other end of the phone was naturally his target, Lu Yu.