Lu Zexi smiled and stood up: "Why are you so polite? Sit down and talk. Manager Liu, bring my wine up."
"Yes, Mr. Lu."
Lu Zexi raised his chin towards Xie Zhiwei: "What were you doing in such a hurry just now?"
"I just had some housework to deal with. There was a traffic jam on the road, so I was delayed for a while." Xie Zhiwei looked at Bo Lin and said with a smile, "I will definitely drink three glasses of wine as punishment later."
He and Lu Zexi had been high school classmates for two years. At that time, the Xie family was not as big as it is now, so naturally he could not get into Lu Zexi's circle of friends.
The relationship is neither distant nor close.
On the contrary, it was after he took over the Xie Group that he and Lu Zexi had more interactions due to several projects, and that's why they started to interact more frequently.
However, Lu Zexi is a playful person, and the person Xie Zhiwei really wants to make friends with is the one sitting upright.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie. Jersey said you have a good project. Let's talk about work first and drink later."
"Hey, A-Lin! How can you not drink here? You..."
"Lu Zexi!"
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. Zhiwei will tell our President Bo about the Nancheng project first!"
Xie Zhiwei's eyes moved slightly, and he became a little more wary of Bo Lin.
People outside say that Lu Zexi has connections in both the black and white worlds. He looks nonchalant but is actually ruthless. Every time he does business, it's as if he has opened his clairvoyance and the money comes to him on its own.
But now it seems that the one who is really powerful is the one on the sofa.
The million-dollar wine was put aside, and the three men talked about business.
Most of the time, it was Xie Zhiwei who spoke, with Lu Zexi occasionally interjecting, and Bo Lin listened with a blank expression.
In the middle, Lu Zexi got tired of listening and finally opened the bottle of wine.
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed a little.
Bo Lin looked at the time and prepared to go back.
Today's project is really dispensable and the investment return rate is too low.
Just when Xie Zhiwei was about to say something, his cell phone rang.
When Xie Zhiwei answered the phone, Bo Lin stood up.
It was Assistant Sun. Xie Zhiwei, out of consideration for the other two, said succinctly, "Have someone keep an eye on them, and remember to transfer this month's pocket money to Hua Jian early tomorrow morning."
He whispered instructions to Assistant Sun, completely unaware that Bo Lin paused.
Hua Jian, this name is not common.
Could the flower in Xie Zhiwei's mouth be the man from last night?
Why did Xie Zhiwei ask his assistant to transfer pocket money to Hua Jian?
Could it be that Hua Jian is Xie Zhiwei's lover?
Damn it, Bo Lin gritted his teeth in anger.
He found that what made him most angry about this matter was that when Hua Jian and Xie Zhiwei were together, who was on top or on the bottom?
Xie Zhiwei hung up the phone and sensitively noticed that Bo Lin's expression was not right.
Bo Lin only glanced at him once since he entered the door.
Why did Bo Lin's gaze seem like a cold knife, as if he wanted to eat him?
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