The man who came in looked much older than Luo Bin.
His face was covered with stubble and his hair was messy and he looked a little unkempt.
The man walked up carelessly, and seeing that there was no empty seat, he casually pulled a chair from the corner.
"Can you give me some space?"
The man smiled at Luo Bin.
Luo Bin's brows have never relaxed since the man entered the room.
"Junzi, I'm having dinner with my friends!"
Luo Bin said stiffly, "Let's get together again next time?"
"Friends? Who?"
The man's eyes swept across the crowd, finally landing on Ning Fan: "Commander Ning is your friend?"
Even though Luo Bin knew that the man must have known about Ning Fan's presence, his heart still sank when he recognized Ning Fan.
"Then I'd like to meet him, too."
The man grabbed the back of the chair where Luo Bin was sitting and moved him and the chair back together.
Then he placed his chair beside the table and sat down.
"Junzi! Today isn't a good day. I'll ask you out in a couple of days..."
Luo Bin obviously wanted to ask the man to leave first.
But the man seemed to be completely unable to understand the height of the eyebrows and eyes.
"There's nothing to get together with you."
The man waved his hand and looked at Ning Fan. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and clasped his hands together. "Commander Ning, nice to meet you."
The people on Ning Fan's side remained silent.
Seeing the man take the initiative to greet him, Ning Fan smiled and said, "Your Excellency is..."
"Duan Weijun, commander of the Third Regiment of the Patrol Corps."
Duan Weijun sat down without being invited.
His eyes swept across the table and he suddenly sneered.
"There are so many people dining, why is there no wine?"
Luo Bin obviously didn't want to provoke him, so he could only mutter quietly beside him: "What are you drinking so early in the morning..."
"You have to choose the right time to drink? Shouldn't it depend on who you're dining with?"
Duan Weijun shouted out the door, his voice so loud it could be heard two blocks away: "Get some wine! Don't try to fool me with those fake guys, get something stronger!"
Luo Bin's brows were furrowed as if his wife had been stolen from him. He sat behind Duan Weijun and stared at him.
Duan Weijun ignored him and looked at Ning Fan: "Commander Ning, can you have a drink?"
"Commander Ning has a date soon, so it's not convenient."
Without waiting for Ning Fan to answer, Huizi said with a smile, "Brother, can I drink with you?"
Duan Weijun looked at Huizi: "You are..."
"Director of F70 District, Huizi."
Huizi said with a smile.
"Ah, I've heard of it!"
Duan Weijun was about to say something, but Ning Fan suddenly spoke.
He patted Huizi's shoulder.
"My brother."
Duan Weijun's expression changed instantly, and he grinned widely, "That's definitely no problem!"
Soon, the wine was served.
As soon as the bottle cap was opened, a strong smell of alcohol spread in the private room.
You don't even have to drink it, just smell it and you'll know how strong the wine is.
"Since Commander Ning has to go on a date with Sister Cai later, I won't force it."
Duan Weijun handed a bottle of wine to Huizi: "Brother Hui, shall we have a drink?"
"Wait a moment."
Huizi was a little curious: "What do you call Wen Cai?"
"Sister Cai!"
Duan Weijun was quite confused.
Huizi looked Duan Weijun up and down again.
Let’s put it this way, Huizi is already in his thirties.
I almost called the other person brother just now.
At this age, you call Wen Cai sister?
"How old are you?"
Huizi couldn't help but ask.
Duan Weijun blinked his eyes as big as copper bells.
"Twenty-two, what's wrong?"
"You're twenty-two?"
Huizi confirmed it rather rudely.
Duan Weijun curled his lips and looked at Luo Bin: "Old Luo, be a witness for your brother."
Luo Bin nodded absentmindedly.
"Well, he's twenty-two."
Not only Huizi, but everyone present was shocked by Duan Weijun's age.
Patrol Corps...
Is it so cruel to people?
How could a young man in his early twenties be harmed like this?
Duan Weijun has obviously become accustomed to people questioning his age.
"I just grew up in a hurry. My dad said I was born with more wrinkles than other children."
Duan Weijun chuckled, picked up the bottle, and without warning, bumped it against Huizi's bottle: "Brother Hui, I'll drink first!"
After saying that, Duan Weijun started to blow hard.
The bottle of wine was empty in just a moment.
Xu Ben touched his belly and looked at Duan Weijun, muttering to himself, "My father likes children like this, who can drink and are easy to get drunk."
Huizi was not polite either.
In one breath, he emptied a bottle of wine.
"Brother Hui has a huge appetite!"
Duan Weijun opened another bottle.
But just as he was about to continue drinking with Huizi, Ning Fan interrupted him.
"Brother Jun, right?"
Ning Fan chuckled and said, "You came here not just to drink, right?"
Duan Weijun looked at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan added, "If you have something serious to discuss, let's talk about it first! Otherwise, we'll get drunk and lose our conversation!"
"Hahaha! Okay!"
Duan Weijun sat back in his seat.
Huizi patted Ning Fan's thigh under the table, his eyes revealing gratitude.
This wine is so damn strong!
This bottle of wine almost cremated him.
"Commander Ning, I will speak frankly."
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