Sun Zhigang became anxious when he heard Liu Qiming trying to win over his purchasing agent in front of him.

"Don't worry, Uncle Sun. There will be no shortage of meat for the workers to eat."

In his two lives, Zhang Shuguang has never been so popular.

Several people went downstairs, Sun Zhigang opened the car door, and Zhang Shuguang tactfully held a box of Moutai in his arms and followed a few old men to the cafeteria.

In the small private room in the cafeteria, besides them, there were two other people serving drinks.

One is Deputy Director Ding Yue, and the other is instructor Wan Chaojie.

They are also retired military cadres, but they are not from the same unit as Zhang Xiangnan.

"Leaders, the liver tip is cooked, and the rest is still in the pot. Let's wait and see!"

Ding Yue took the initiative to act as the wine commander and opened a bottle of Moutai to pour wine for everyone.

"Uncle Ding, let me do it!"

I am the only junior at the whole table. No matter how capable I am or how powerful the system is, I cannot escape the fate of serving at the drinking party.

After a few drinks, Sun Zhigang began to inquire about the old leader's health and Zhang Xiangnan's undercover work.

Now that the mission has been completed, this matter is no longer a secret, so Zhang Xiangnan briefly recounted what had happened in the past few years.

Except for Zhao Youzhi and Liu Qiming, everyone else heard it for the first time.

Zhang Xiangnan's thrilling experience, the crisis-ridden situation, and the battle of wits and courage made the listeners exclaim in amazement and their blood boil.

"As expected of a soldier from our Fourth Field Army, well done! Come, let's toast to Xiangnan together."

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Pig offal and meat bones gradually came up, and a group of men and a teenager drank until mid-afternoon.