The completion ceremony of the Feimao Mouse Village project finally ended at 5:30 pm.
It's time to eat again.
With the lessons learned in the morning, Deng Qifa listened to Lin Zheng's suggestion and came to a newly opened farm in Baga. The store is classic and elegant, with a rich ancient style, and the things are small and exquisite.
"Mr. Li, this place is pretty good."
After Li Xiaoqin came in, she praised her, maybe she really liked it, or maybe she had no intention.
"Just as long as Xiaoqin likes it."
Director Li is indeed different to Li Xiaoqin, and he feels intimate. In fact, Li and Li Xiaoqin get along much better than their own daughter. Of course, this is also related to Li Xiaoqin's naughty personality.
Li Xiaoqin is indeed likable.
Everyone sat down one after another. This time, Mr. Li did not make things difficult for anyone and directly sat on the main seat.
"Mr. Li, I'm so happy today. Why don't you drink some with everyone?"
Deng Qifa suggested with a little guilty look, looking forward to it.
As the saying goes: A leader comes to inspect work and is willing to drink alcohol during meals. How much alcohol can he drink can reflect the leader's satisfaction with this job indirectly.
If you don’t drink at all, haha, then you will be miserable. The leader will definitely be extremely dissatisfied with your work, so you will just be ready to go back and get criticized.
If you drink a few drinks but not much, this means that the leader recognizes your work, but is not very satisfied, and can continue to make progress. However, if the leader can drink happily and be free, it means that he is very satisfied with your work this time
, you are waiting for the reward.
I have to say that this saying makes some sense.
"Then let's drink it, but don't drink it if you drive."
Director Li agreed.
"Mr. Li, if you don't mind, then what if you drink some Moutai."
"Yeah, you can arrange it."
Deng Qifa's face was extremely surprised, and immediately asked someone to lift the Moutai in his trunk out.
Lin Zheng was also convinced. Some people, no matter where they went, they carried several boxes of wine in the trunk. If you want to drink, you must have drunk Moutai. Deng Qifa dared not take out other wines, although
Lin Zheng thinks Moutai is not good to drink.
But for many people.
Drinking is not for the sake of good drinks, but for this brand.
The brand of wine represents face, and face represents this status. There seems to be no other wine to take out except Moutai.
Unless it is Mr. Li himself requested, Mr. Li did not.
Lin Zheng has never drunk alcohol with Mr. Li, and I don’t know what kind of alcohol he drinks.
But Lin Zheng knew that he must be better than himself. He had almost no alcohol tolerance when he was a leader. Lin Zheng has actually made progress in recent years, but because he has been resisting, the progress has not been large.
Drinking is on the way.
Because of this group of people from provincial companies, both Baga and Huga formed a tacit understanding and the wine glasses were unanimous to the outside world. Lin Zheng was liberated to a certain extent and did not have to be drunk.
Mr. Li is so famous that everyone dares to drink once, but he doesn't dare to let him drink too much. Even Deng Qifa used to be hunched and humble in his lowest posture: "Mr. Li
, I'll give you a cup, I'll do whatever I want to do."
Mr. Li was really restrained. No matter who he faced, he would take a sip and show that he was graceful like a traditional woman, but everyone else had to be full of things and was about to overflow.
Then he looked up and fucked, as brave as a soldier who was going to die.
That's true for everyone.
This is also normal.
This is the world. You have a higher position. Not to mention anything else, you even have the privilege of drinking.
You are taller than others, and you drink one cup and others have to drink three cups.
If someone else does it, you can do it yourself. And when you clink, your glasses cannot be higher than those of those with higher positions, or you will be disrespectful.
Isn’t the ecology of this wine table a living society?
"Don't you go and give Gong Li a cup? Do you think your President Lin has done too much?"
Li Xiaoqin, who was full, looked at Lin Zheng's leisurely look, gently hit Lin Zheng with her elbow, and whispered that she had just drunk a glass, and her fair face turned red, which was very charming.
Lin Zheng wants to pinch her, don’t get me wrong, it’s not about pinching her face.
"No, Mr. Li's face turned red. I guess he's drunk enough. I'm going to take advantage of the situation?"
Others toast to please Mr. Li, and thus get some help in their career.
But Lin Zheng doesn't need it.
Don't care.
Moreover, Lin Zheng’s feelings for Mr. Li are actually very complicated.
He is Xiaowen's father, and he may also be his future father-in-law.
"Tsk, it's still far from it. I've seen Mr. Li's alcohol tolerance. It starts at least two pounds, so don't worry. If you don't go to toast, Mr. Li will definitely be unhappy. He just glanced at you twice.
Now.”
Li Xiaoqin instigated that she also filled Lin Zheng's glass with a full glass. Director Li did look at Lin Zheng a few times, but she didn't ask him to toast.
Lin Zheng thought about it.
I have to toast this wine in the future. Oh, let’s practice today. So Lin Zheng picked up the wine glass, came to Mr. Li nervously, and said, “Dr. Li, I’ll give you a glass.”
Lin Zheng didn't say anything nonsense like you did whatever you want.
Dong Li looked up at Lin Zheng, his eyes were deep, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. He just picked up his wine glass silently. He might have found that he had only half a cup and was very sensible and put it down.
I took the initiative to fill it up and only said four words: "Good job."
Then I finished drinking it in one sip.
This scared Lin Zheng, what can he do?
Lin Zheng had no choice but to do it in one mouthful.
Then he ran back with a bad mood.
Many people have seen this scene.
Deng Qifa also saw that Director Li and Lin Zheng drank, but had a drink. What does this mean?
Everyone knows it.
Lin Zheng, it's really not simple.
Wu Yu quickly picked up the wine pot and poured half a glass of wine for Dong Li, but his eyes were a little complaining. Maybe he blamed Dong Li for drinking too much.
......
After dinner.
It was already eight-thirty at night.
Dong Li and others were sent to the best international hotel in Baga.
Everyone has been busy all day and is tired.
Lin Zheng is also tired.
I originally thought that I could finally go home to take a shower, but I was stopped by Secretary Li, saying that Director Li would talk to him after taking a shower and told Lin Zheng not to go back for the time being.
What a shame, if I don’t go back, where will I go?
Lin Zheng was thinking about how to buy an extra room.
On the phone, I received a message from Li Xiaoqin: "Lin Zheng, have you left?"
Lin Zheng is an honest man.
Just walk, just walk, if you don’t leave, just walk.
So I replied with a message: "I haven't left yet."
Li Xiaoqin quickly replied: "Come here, chat with me, a609."
a609, is this a coincidence? It is a lucky number.
Lin Zheng had no place to go, so it was easy to choose, and Lin Zheng went there.
After entering the room.
Li Xiaoqin had already changed into a suit, her tulle-like nightgown, exuding a mature beauty all over her body, especially her eyes, which had a prettyness and a charm, making people want to see through the leopard.
She may not be the kind of explosive figure, but Li Xiaoqin is in a well-proportioned proportion, her waist is full, her beautiful legs are round and slender, and everything is so beautiful.
"Why did you change a set of clothes and don't know me anymore?" Li Xiaoqin found Lin Zheng staring at her, with a cold expression, deliberately showing a joking look. In fact, she was hot and restless at the moment.
Her name is Lin Zhenglai, so she naturally has some ideas, but she always feels a little deliberate.
"Li Xiaoqin, how long has it been since we met?"
Lin Zheng asked.
"Soon, we have seen the company's flood control and disaster relief party a month ago?"
Li Xiaoqin was inexplicably confused.
"Is that so? It's only been a month, so why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time? I miss you very much."
This made Li Xiaoqin break her defense for a moment, and walked closer to Lin Zheng and gently hugged Lin Zheng's neck.
She lowered her eyebrows and was shy.
Just like the gentleness of the spring water, Lin Zheng leaned over and looked at the water...