Qin Shi couldn't understand why the Minister of Foreign Affairs spoke like a wandering scoundrel, without any technical content at all.

Everyone raised their glasses, and Qin Shi followed suit. After a few interactions, they became familiar with each other.

Qin Shi knew that these people had only brought him here to win him over, keep him at arm's length, and make it easier for him to reap the credit later. If Qin Shi was too polite, he would seem frivolous, and if he refused too much, he would seem unkind. So he could only half-heartedly go along with them.

"Brother Qin, although I am only in charge of agriculture, you can sincerely help our rural farmers solve practical problems. For this, I, Old Niu, would like to raise a toast to you!"

Qin Shi remembered the rhyme Wanli had once told him.

"Wan carries the gun, Li forges iron, and Zeng and Niu manage the mines."

"Those named Zhang are in charge of politics, those named Chang are in charge of diplomacy, and those named Hu and Long are making money!"

The head of the Ministry of Agriculture was surnamed Niu, and it seemed that he was also one of the eight major families in China. He was very polite in his words and did not dare to spill a drop of wine in the glass.

"Team Leader Qin, you can't be partial. Our Development Committee really respects you. They say you're a prophet. In my opinion, you're a hidden dragon emerging. I'll toast to you, too!"

As soon as the wine glass here is emptied, the waiter next to it will fill it up immediately, and then return behind the VIP again, ready to serve at any time.

"Ah...Qin!"

The waiter who was pouring wine for Qin Shi seemed to be stimulated by something and sneezed uncontrollably. Although he turned his head in time, some dirt still fell on Qin Shi's tableware.

"Ah! I'm sorry, leader. I'm sorry, leader!"

The waiter was terrified. He had been extremely careful, but still made a big mistake.