Secretary Yu was aware of this situation immediately. It was just as Chen Tinghan had guessed. Although this scene was not specifically designed for the Chen family, it was indeed full of innuendos and invisible swords clashing.

There was a big table with more than 30 people, including famous people and their wives from six compounds, three bosses of Wanghai Friendship, and the rest were individual investors who had no mountain background in name. The businesses they ran covered almost everything from people's livelihood to materials, from catering to medicine.

Even with Secretary Yu's eyes, he could distinguish which toasts and conversations were well-intentioned inquiries and which were malicious attacks. However, Lao Chen and Cheng Jun were both outsiders. Even if there were no people from Wang Kai taking advantage of the situation, to enter this circle, they naturally needed to be scrutinized and evaluated.

Just as Chen Tinghan thought, Secretary Yu could represent the Lin family to a certain extent, but in such occasions, he could not bear a lot of pressure with his status. After all, he was not equal to Mrs. Lin.

Moreover, he had consulted Mrs. Lin, but Mrs. Lin did not send back any instructions and remained silent. He did not dare to lend this power casually.

After three rounds of drinks, Secretary Yu took a lot of wine and his face turned red, obviously he was drunk. Looking at Old Chen, the situation was similar. He could drink quite well and hadn't made any mistakes in his language so far.

——Yes, this is what Secretary Yu admires about the two brothers. They are not aware of the twists and turns between Chen Tinghan and the Wang family behind the scenes, but they only rely on intuition and instinct to realize that there are ill intentions among them.

Moreover, they are all old brothers who have been in the underworld for many years. They have been fierce and fought in the past, and have experienced all kinds of situations. They do not have much capital and are far inferior to these bosses, so they have to bluff and not show their weakness.

No matter how they inquire behind the scenes, even if they just do a casual check, this nonsense will not be exposed, at least at this dinner party!

The reason why they came to this dinner table where the powerful and influential gathered was to bring humiliation upon themselves. Wasn't it because this place was full of coincidences that could change their destiny?

I started out making materials, then took on a subcontract from a big boss. I worked on a trash can production operation in Wanghai, and I described myself as "partnering with the big boss and participating in the major Wanghai sanitation project." I also ran a factory that made molds for steel structures, which meant I had a production line ready to take on big orders at any time.

They must bluff, even if it's just one or two of them, because they have a business on their hands and need a mentor and investment.

But... these endless temptations and the topics discussed at the dinner table were ultimately somewhat out of touch with the class they were exposed to, making them understand the disparity in the world.

Old Chen was very tired. He drank strong liquor recklessly, which finally made him feel sick. He covered his mouth and almost vomited.

Cheng Zhilan, who was standing by, patted her husband's back gently and said worriedly, "Drink less."

He shook his head, leaned close to his wife's ear, and said drunkenly, "I don't dare to answer them now, for fear of appearing weak... You said I came from Lao Chentou Village with only fifty yuan in my pocket. I have been doing business for thirty years since I was seventeen, and I think I have seen everything.

But look at these people now, these are the ones who really play chess, who play by the rules, and they can make money however they want."

Old Chen sighed deeply and said, "You used to have to borrow money from neighbors to buy milk powder for your child, and now you can afford a car. You think you're a big shot. What am I? I can't compare to people who were born with gold in their hands."

Cheng Zhilan listened from the side, feeling very unhappy. After a while, she said, "They have a mountain of gold in their hands, but what do you have? If they were to trade with you and go to Chenjia Village, starting from scratch in the remote mountains, they wouldn't necessarily be more successful than you.

It doesn't matter if we don't make money. In life, just having enough to eat and wear is enough."

Old Chen shook his head slowly. He was a man with great ambitions and abilities. He also thought that he was young and indeed in the prime of his life. If he didn't fight hard now, he would not be able to fight for it in a few years.

Moreover, both children in the family are very competitive. One is in junior high school and ranks first in the grade, and the other is in high school. He took some detours but is now back on the right track and catching up. It seems that he has the potential to do great things.

It costs money to go to high school, and it costs even more to go to college. Then the wedding leave will be another huge expense, which is only enough to make ends meet and will hinder his own children. How can he cope with this as a father?

So he took a sip of tea, suppressed the rising blood, picked up the wine glass, made up his mind, and took the initiative to find the boss he had just found.

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The small banquet in the box ended.

The two brothers, Lao Chen and Cheng Jun, came out of the private room, saw their son and daughter, and each found a seat to sit down. They were facing a bigger stage, but their faces were not good, even very bad.

Chen Shikui looked at her father worriedly. Ever since she could remember, she had never seen her father smell so much of alcohol, nor had she ever seen him look like this.

Following Chen Tinghan's request, she took her mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, please accompany me to the bathroom."

Cheng Zhilan didn't want to leave as she wanted to take care of her husband. But when she saw Chen Tinghan's expression, she seemed to understand something and took her daughter away, giving the man and boy, one big and one small, some space to be alone.

Old Chen, who was sitting there, was lost in thought. After a while, he patted his son's shoulder. His hands were always strong, and Chen Tinghan's skin was painful and slightly red, but he still didn't say a word.

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