Chapter 39 You can flip the table.

Because of her "no," Li Mushi stayed and sat in Zhang Hong's seat.

Zhang Hong glanced at Jing Ge's original bowls and plates, as well as the mess on the table, and seemed to have sorted things out.

The banquet hall, with ten tables, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jing Ge also moved to sit next to Li Mushi, pointing at the menu with his finger: "I want this, and this, and that..."

Li Mushi slapped her hand away: "Big eyes, small belly."

The items Jingge selected were all ones that had been played before.

Li Mushi added a few more dishes for her.

Zhang Hong looked at Anna and the others.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

Amanda smiled silently and continued drinking her tea.

It was just a little food. Li Mushi could have easily taken Jingge to eat something better and given her a special meal, but he stayed behind and made Jingge order again in front of everyone.

This is to help Jing Ge dispel the rumors that she is being kept by her boss.

Her work ability is evident to all, but Jing Ge is too young and has only been with the company for a short time. If she wins over her own clients, she will only become a thorn in everyone's side. If the rumors are not dispelled, there will be endless troubles in the future.

This was also a way of showing Zhang Hong a bad attitude.

The company is in complete chaos.

Senior employees formed cliques and bullied new employees right under his nose, yet he couldn't detect it.

Zhang Hong's expression grew increasingly grim: "If there's nothing else, everyone can leave now."

No one moved.

No one wants to be the one to leave first.

While waiting for the food to be served, Jing Ge's phone ran out of battery, so Li Mushi gave her his phone so she could watch TV while he chatted with Zhang Hong.

Several senior executives and partners were present at the table.

There were over a hundred people in the banquet hall, quietly watching the handsome man in the main seat patiently serving the young girl next to him food.

No one will ever turn the table when she picks up food again.

They even had to observe which dish she wanted to eat and quickly move it to her in front of her.

When the hairy crabs arrived, Jingge hesitated: "Uncle, did you order these?"

"Um."

“I don’t eat it,” Jingge said. “Peeling it is too much trouble.”

Li Mushi slowly put on his gloves and began to help her dismantle the crabs: "They were just caught from the lake, let's have a taste."

At this point, he glanced at Zhang Hong and said, "Let everyone disperse; we still have food to eat."

Zhang Hong had no choice but to send Amanda to give the order.

The crowd finally started moving.

“By the way, Anna,” Zhang Hong suddenly called out, “come to my office next week.”

Anna's back stiffened.

“I still have some things to talk about with President Li,” Zhang Hong said, his usual affable demeanor gone. “I wish everyone a pleasant holiday.”

The more lively it was when they arrived, the more awkward it became when they left.

They started talking as soon as they reached the door.

"Holy crap, that guy just now... I've only ever seen him on TV, I can't even look him in the eye."

"What exactly is Xiao Jing's background?"

"He calls her 'uncle,' they're family, otherwise why would they go out of their way to support her?"

"Who among you said before that she was having an affair with the boss? The relationship between them is something the boss couldn't even dream of."

"Was your table collectively humiliating someone?"

"It's none of my business..."

A group of people turned their attention to Anna.

"What are you looking at me for!" Anna snapped. "She's getting so big, aren't you old foxes jealous? If you're not jealous, why are you cooperating with her!"

“We didn’t cooperate at all; we have no idea what happened.”

"that is."

"Go talk to the boss yourself next week, it has nothing to do with us."

Anna was so angry she was trembling.

I also got to experience what it's like to be disgusted and isolated.

Jingge felt more energetic after eating his fill, and the stifling feeling gradually dissipated with the delicious food.

They ordered too much food, and most of it was left over, so Li Mushi called the waiter over to pack it up.

He politely declined Zhang Hong's offer and paid the bill himself.

Zhang Hong felt slightly embarrassed.

Holding the complimentary fruit tea from the hotel, Jing Ge seemed to just realize something and asked, "Boss, you know my uncle?"

“…” Zhang Hong coughed lightly, “Who doesn’t President Li know?”

But that's not what Jingge meant.

Li Mushi, carrying the takeout box, casually helped him out of the predicament: "I'm leaving, I'm busy tomorrow."

"Oh," Jing Ge said, "tomorrow is Li Zhan's birthday, and I have to get up early. Goodbye, boss."

"Okay, okay, goodbye, goodbye."

On the way back, Jingge muttered to himself, "I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Meiying said I look so calm, but I'm not at all. I'm like a duck, seemingly calm on the surface, but my feet are practically kicking her to death underwater!"

Li Mushi: "You can flip the table."

“I can’t,” Jingge said dejectedly. “I’m still at the stage where people turn the table as soon as I pick up some food.”

"......"

Jingge sighed softly, "I thought things would be better when I grew up, but it turns out that I grew up, and the bad guys grew up too."

Li Mushi: "."

I don't know what sad thing touched on me, but Jingge turned his face to the window and secretly wiped his eyes.

Li Mu frowned briefly and slightly: "Jing Ge."

"Um?"

“Even bad guys grow up,” Li Mushi glanced at the passenger seat. “What do you mean?”

Jing Ge lowered his head, pretending to straighten his clothes: "Uncle, your appearance today is quite timely. Are you entertaining clients here?"

"......"

She was reluctant to talk, and the conversation turned awkwardly.

Li Mushi made a sound in his throat.

I didn't ask any further questions.

"Thanks to you, Uncle," Jing Ge said obsequiously, "it feels really good to be a dog relying on its master's power..."

Li Mushi frowned again: "No one would say that about themselves."

Jing Ge: "Didn't I already say that?"

Li Mushi: "Then don't say it."

Jing Ge: "I already said it."

Li Mushi: "Shut up."

Jing Ge: "You called me inhuman, and you told me to shut up."

"......"

Jingge: "Uncle, are you really allergic to alcohol?"

Li Mushi: "Shut up."

Jing Ge nodded: "You're lying."

It's just a respectable excuse.

Anyway, no one dared to force him to drink.

Li Mushi had a headache.

Forget about manners and composure; he'd be lucky if he could keep a straight face from getting angry in front of Jing Ge.

Let's be quiet for a while.

"Uncle, don't be angry," Jingge belatedly realized, "Right now, you're my favorite person..."

The car body swayed slightly before quickly stabilizing.

Jingge didn't notice anything unusual: "I feel like you're one of my powerful and influential best friends, and I have a lot to tell you."

“…” Li Mushi wanted to throw her out.

"Uncle," Jingge couldn't help but say, "Although it's not good to talk badly about others, can I talk badly about other people to you?"

Li Mushi remained unmoved: "No."

Jingge muttered to herself, "She's still using a high-pitched voice, and this flesh is so fat, so scary... She's really faking it."

Li Mushi: "."

“Uncle, aren’t you going to join me in cursing her?” Jingge said, disgruntled. “She insulted your favorite pig.”

Li Mushi turned his head away very slowly and gently: "I...like...pigs?"

Jing Ge began to maliciously alter the story: "Li Zhan said that you would rather find a pig than a partner."

Li Mushi: "..."