After Chu Hongyu finished tidying up, she went into the dining room with Melissa.
There were four tables set up for people.
Chu Hongyu immediately spotted Ning Bingyu, Tony, and Mark standing around the main table, surrounded by several burly men who looked like they were from Northeast China, drinking heavily.
Beside him, Director Ou was smiling and talking quietly with Assistant Ye.
Chu Hongyu and Melissa were both stunned. Hadn't they said that Assistant Ye would lead the charge?
"Tsk, this young man from Hong Kong is something else. He made each table drink three cups as punishment as soon as he walked in. This is the second round of drinking games, isn't it?"
People nearby were whispering among themselves.
Chu Hongyu's gaze lingered on Ning Bingyu. The collar of his finely made shirt was loose at the top two buttons, and the sleeves were pulled up with a tie, revealing his muscular and slender forearms. He was taking a glass of wine and chugging it down... baijiu (Chinese liquor).
Chu Hongyu and Melissa stared in disbelief.
Melissa's heart tightened, and she whispered to Chu Hongyu, "Hongyu, the young master usually drinks foreign liquor, and he's had two drinking sessions like this recently... He was so nauseous both times. Go find a waiter and prepare some hot tea for him."
Looking at Ning Bingyu's posture, Chu Hongyu couldn't help but shake her head and whisper, "Okay."
Young Master Ning is personally engaging in hand-to-hand combat!
She left, whispered a few instructions to the waiter, and when she returned, she saw Ning Bingyu drinking at a different table, his eyes slightly red.
Chu Hongyu frowned slightly, then poured herself a glass of wine, walked over to the table of guests, and greeted them with a smile, "Uncle Zeng!"
The guests at that table had just finished three drinks with Ning Bingyu when a pretty girl came over and started talking to him.
He was taken aback at first, then looked at her for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Isn't this Xiaoyu? What are you doing here? Have you graduated? Have you changed jobs?"
Chu Hongyu smiled and said, "No, I'm currently doing an internship, and President Ning is my supervisor at my internship company."
Nowadays in mainland China, people don't know what "company president" or "CEO" means, and you can't say "Ning's factory director" or "manager." Just say "leader" directly.
An elder and a younger person greeted each other familiarly.
Ning Bingyu breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion. He had been drinking half a jin of liquor on an empty stomach, and his stomach was still feeling quite uncomfortable.
Chu Hongyu suddenly appeared and stopped the leader at the table from drinking. His thoughtful gaze behind his glasses fell on her.
Watching her greet the people at the other tables one by one under the cheerful introduction of Director Zeng, and even asking for two more dishes.
At the other tables were two other acquaintances who knew Chu Hongyu or her parents, and even an older man from Northeast China.
Upon discovering that the child was from an acquaintance's family, they warmly arranged to visit Chu Hongyu's parents the next day.
Chu Hongyu noticed Ning Bingyu looking at her. As she passed by him, she whispered, "Young Master, don't drink too much. You and your colleagues should eat something to fill your stomachs first."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Ning Bingyu's reply, she calmly smiled and went to greet the people at the other tables.
Chu Hongyu would introduce herself to everyone as someone who worked under Ning Bingyu, and sometimes, when she saw them getting drunk, she would drink a couple of cups on his behalf as his subordinate.
With this relationship in place, the others at the dinner table could no longer keep pouring money for Ning Bingyu and his group, and instead were able to sit down and discuss serious investment and cooperation matters.
Not only Ning Bingyu, but all the other Hong Kong government boys who came along breathed a sigh of relief, and even had time to eat a few bites of hot food.
Seeing this, Director Ou smiled at Assistant Ye beside him and said, "Your boss is good at finding subordinates."
Although he didn't know Chu Hongyu, he knew she was Ning Yuan's classmate.
Assistant Ye smiled amicably: "It's a good thing that young people from the mainland are ambitious and willing to come here for internships and work."
Director Ou said meaningfully, "Ayu is also a young man, and it's good that he's ambitious. But if he's too scheming and opportunistic, that's a bad habit of capitalism. It's better to do your job well and not worry about anything else. He should learn from that young girl Ning Yuan in this regard."
This is the first time in a long time that Director Ou has given a positive evaluation of his eldest son, and it is also the longest sentence he has ever said.
Assistant Ye was also a shrewd person, and nodded seriously: "Don't worry, when you worked in Hong Kong back then, the young master also received your teachings, and I will definitely pass on your advice."
Director Ou had a good relationship with the old master of the Ning family. At that time, the eldest son had just become the vice president and was working by the old master's side. He had indeed heard Director Ou's analysis and advice on many internal and external situations.
But Director Ou is a person who clearly distinguishes between public and private matters, and he would never treat the young master differently because of this.
I actually admire Ms. Ning Yuan more.
The fact that Director Ou gave me such a meaningful suggestion today means that the young master's drinks today weren't a complete waste.
...
Finally, the second late-night dinner party came to an end.
The female colleagues went to get their cars and helped the male colleagues back to the hotel.
"Hongyu, are you alright?" Melissa looked at Chu Hongyu, noticing that Hongyu had also drunk several cups.
Although Chu Hongyu's cheeks were a little hot, she was still sober and shook her head: "I'm fine. I used to drink a little when I worked at the bank."
Melissa nodded and was about to help Ning Bingyu out of the car with Tony.
But Ning Bingyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up: "Chu Hongyu, come with me. I have some questions for you."
His voice was a little languid and hoarse from drinking, which was strangely alluring.
Melissa immediately and tactfully gave up her seat to Chu Hongyu and went to help Assistant Ye.
Tony himself had also drunk quite a bit, but he still maintained the sobriety and duty of a bodyguard leader, steadily helping Ning Bingyu upstairs to his room.
Chu Hongyu followed behind, carrying his coat and briefcase.
Once inside the room, Tony helped Ning Bingyu lean against the sofa, touched his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, you have a bit of a fever. Would you like some cool water? I'll go to the hotel kitchen to prepare some hangover soup."
Although the kitchens of foreign-funded hotels in mainland China have staff on duty 24 hours a day, they do not make hangover soup.
Ning Bingyu rubbed his temples wearily: "I'm fine. I didn't drink too much today, so I won't throw up."
Seeing this, Chu Hongyu volunteered: "I'll go to the kitchen; I can also make hangover soup."
Ning Bingyu opened his eyes, tugged at his collar, and said calmly, "It's fine if Tony goes. You sit down."
Tony stood up and looked at Chu Hongyu, instructing, "There's a washbasin in the bathroom. Prepare some hot water for the young master to wash his face. There's also mouthwash over there so the young master can rinse his mouth and feel more comfortable. The young master actually can't stand the smell of baijiu."
Chu Hongyu listened attentively to Tony's detailed explanations and couldn't help but sigh, "Tony is almost just like Young Master Ning's wife."
If she weren't here, Tony would probably be in charge of taking care of Ning Bingyu's bath.
However, she didn't say these words out loud. She quickly went to get Ning Bingyu hot water to wash his face and get him mouthwash.
Chu Hongyu squatted down next to Ning Bingyu with a basin of hot water, and took a hot towel to wipe Ning Bingyu's face.
The man leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed. The sharpness and shrewdness on his face had softened considerably due to fatigue and the flush from the alcohol. His meticulously styled hair, which had been blown behind his head, was now scattered in a slightly messy manner.
The shirt collars were all pulled open, the tie was casually hanging down, giving off a cool and aloof yet alluring vibe, and a cross chain hung from his collarbone.
Looking at the glasses he was wearing, Chu Hongyu thought for a moment and then reached out to take them from him.
But the next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and precisely grabbed her hand, then slowly opened his eyes.
Like a sleeping predator opening its eyes, its gaze was somber, deep, and wary, as if concealing a fierce power, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
After recognizing the person, he frowned slightly: "...Why are you here alone? Where's Tony?"
Chu Hongyu: "..."
Hey bro, what's with that tone? It's like I'd have ulterior motives towards you? Did your brother call me here? Are you really drunk?
"Young Master, Tony has gone to make some hangover soup. He'll be up in a bit. I wonder what you wanted to do for me?" Chu Hongyu said in a very polite tone.
Ning Bingyu paused, as if remembering what he was supposed to do. He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said hoarsely, "Don't quit your job, stay by my side... I need you."
Chu Hongyu stared blankly at his hand that wouldn't let go of hers: "..."
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