"Hello, colleagues! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I was delayed by something." Yi Binghua greeted the people who had been waiting in the small hall in a loud voice and apologized. It seemed nothing wrong.
But in fact, the little thing he mentioned was just chatting about trivial matters with someone in the room for half an hour, so there was nothing wrong with saying that he was late on purpose.
"Is everyone here? Let's serve the food." Yi Binghua gave an order and the hotel waiters began to serve the food.
Wow, wow, wow, first cold and then hot, a total of more than ten dishes were served.
As soon as all the dishes were served, we started eating.
According to convention, Wan Feng would drink beer, but after Wen Zhongguo accepted his safety issues, he is now not allowed to drink beer outside.
Wen Zhongguo explicitly stipulated that Wan Feng was absolutely forbidden to drink alcohol or other beverages in unfamiliar situations, and that he had to wait until others had eaten before eating.
It’s okay that you can bring your own drinks, but there’s no way around wine. You can’t bring your own bottle to the party!
Someone sighed and thought it was better not to bring a bodyguard. How tiring it would be to live to this point!
Wen Zhongguo and his two followers were staying outside the small hall, and they might be keeping an eye on him through some means at this moment.
Wan Feng had no choice but to say that he didn't drink alcohol and just drank the drinks he brought with him.
Some of the people at the table knew each other, and those who didn’t know each other became familiar with each other after two glasses of wine. And after three glasses of wine, they seemed to speak less cautiously.
Yi Binghua was a generous drinker. He looked like a generous man. Half an hour into the banquet, he had already drunk three glasses of wine.
A two-liang cup weighs three liang, which is more than half a jin.
After drinking so much wine, the conversation naturally led to a lot of nonsense.
"Everyone, our off-road team is aiming for the Grand Slam in this competition. Brothers, please save your energy. If you are friends, please give way. Next time you come to Beijing, I will definitely welcome you with open arms."
After drinking the third glass of wine and taking a bite of food, Yi Binghua said this.
Yi Binghua's words reminded Wan Feng of the scene in the movie Beast King where Zhao Tianba came to Baozhilin to dominate the scene.
What is this? Is this a plea or a threat?
The room seemed silent for a moment, but soon there was a response.
I don’t know whether it was out of face or inner feelings that some people at the same table with Yi Binghua actually flattered him.
"That's right! The Off-Road Team has both the money and the people, so it's only natural that they've won the Grand Slam. Small teams like us aren't qualified to compete with the Off-Road Team. Boss Yi is so generous, let's all toast to his generosity!"
Is this person the good guy or the bad guy?
The room full of team owners and managers raised their glasses and toasted, whether sincerely or not.
They estimated that their team would not be able to win the championship even if they really tried. The strength of the off-road team was obvious to all. Since they could not win the championship, then it would not be a big deal to go with the flow and do a favor for someone, and it would also save face.
Since there was no wine in front of Wan Feng, there was naturally no need to toast. He just sat quietly in the chair.
Even if there was wine, he had no intention of drinking it. The South Bay team came here to compete for honor, and he had no intention of compromising in advance.
"Thank you all for your hospitality. I am deeply grateful. From now on, everyone who comes to Beijing will be my friend."
Someone took the lead in applauding, and the applause was like a wave of applause.
Wan Feng naturally did not applaud. He felt that it was time for him to leave. There was really no point in staying here.
Originally, he had hoped that the team owners and managers would talk about racing so that he could learn from them.
After all, the Nanwan Racing Team was only established last year, and the world of racing is still a blank slate for the Nanwan Racing Team.
Who knew they were talking about all this stuff? How come it becomes like the martial arts competitions in the old society in the movies?
Guo Xian is not here either, so there is really no point in him being here.
Wan Feng was trying to find an excuse to leave.
But then something happened that he had not expected.
"Brother, you didn't drink the wine that was toasted to President Yi just now, and you didn't applaud. Do you have any opinions about our President Yi?" A man in his thirties at the next table to Wan Feng suddenly said this to Wan Feng with a gloomy expression.
This guy spoke just as the applause was falling, so almost everyone in the room heard it. After a brief search, everyone's eyes fell on Wan Feng.
This caught Wan Feng a little off guard.
What does it have to do with you if I don't drink or applaud? What do you think you are doing?
Although he thought so in his heart, Wan Feng had a smile on his face: "My dear brother, you are exaggerating a bit. I mean no disrespect to Mr. Yi. Everyone at this table knows that I don't drink, so I can only sit while you toast."
There was indeed no wine glass in front of Wan Feng, only a bottle of a carbonated drink produced locally in Beijing, from which he had taken a few sips.
It was only then that Wan Feng discovered that the person who was speaking had off-road racing grooves on his clothes. It turned out that he was the manager of the off-road racing team. No wonder a turtle neck appeared in the middle of the road.
"Brother Wan really doesn't drink alcohol, he only drinks beverages." Zhang Mingquan defended Wan Feng.
Zhang Mingquan's words made Wan Feng smile at him.
"But you should have also shown your appreciation with a drink. What if no one applauded? Is there something wrong with your hand?" the other party continued to be aggressive.
What are you talking about?
Has this guy drunk too much and lost his mind? Even if you want to flatter your boss, don't use me as a bridge, okay?
Besides, saying that I have a disabled hand is already a personal attack.
"Hey, big brother, there's no rule that says you have to applaud, right? Then is there anything wrong with me clapping or not?"
I was really surprised today and encountered such a ridiculous thing.
The other party wanted to say something but was stopped by Yi Binghua: "Hey brother! I don't know you. Where are you from?"
Yi Binghua's attitude became much more gentle.
"Bei Liao, an individual contestant."
Yi Binghua frowned. An individual contestant was not a threat.
It would be great if these people could just join in the fun and complete the schedule.
Yi Binghua didn't plan to say anything else.
But unfortunately, Guo Xian appeared at this time.
"Boss Wan! There was a problem with the team. I'm sorry I'm late."
Look at how hard he's trying.
The off-road team member who had started the momentum immediately locked eyes with Guo Xian: "Guo Xian! Is this the boss of your team?"
Obviously he and Guo Xian knew each other.
"Brother Tang! Yes! This is the boss of our Blue Ocean Racing Team."
The full name of the South Bay Team is the South Bay Blue Ocean Team.
Other teams are named South China Tiger, Siberian Tiger, Flying Off-Roader and so on, but the Nanwan team is named Blue Sea because it is right on the seaside.
Wan Feng thought, no matter what kind of tiger or beast you are, you will drown if you fall into the sea.
But why did Wan Feng feel like he was going to drown at this time?
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