"Yes, look, you treat us to a meal, and we do you a favor. What's this all about? It's going to cause trouble."
“That’s right. If we’re not doing anything, we can have this meal and drink this wine. We’re friends, so it’s no problem to treat a friend to a meal. But if it’s something else, then it becomes something else entirely.”
Lu Feng felt he had been given a bit too much to drink, so he took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and said, "Jiaming Foods must have paid a lot of taxes since last year, right? We're all in the same boat. If Jiaming does well, we'll definitely support the local area. Donating a library or a stadium is nothing to us."
"Mr. Lu, have you had too much to drink?" Wang Hufei scratched his head and said, "It's like this, our city is not connected to the provincial and national highways yet. If you want to get rich, you must first build roads. If you can't get out, you can't get rich. There's also the issue of education. The conditions in rural primary schools are very poor, lacking desks and chairs. And the roads between towns..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Lu Feng hurriedly made a pause gesture with his hand and said, "Mayor Wang, please don't give me a list. How about this, I have factories outside. At the end of the year, you can have some of the taxes from those factories paid here. I'll cover the children's desks and chairs. A righteous official like you will definitely be remembered by people for a lifetime, and they will sing your praises. The premise is that Jiaming Foods has to survive before the end of the year."
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Zhao, you two need to get things done. We need to conduct random inspections of children's food in some markets. This is a big deal. What if a child gets sick from eating it?"
"Yes, yes, it was a mistake at work!"
"I'd like to offer you a toast." Lu Feng hurriedly picked up the glass and gulped it down.
Eight people, ten bottles of liquor all gone, it was already 11 p.m. Lu Feng's face was flushed, he felt lightheaded, kept smoking, and told himself to stay awake.
"I've arranged for the Monopoly Ballroom; we'll go dance around there in a bit," Lu Feng said politely, standing up.
"No need, I'm going back."
"It's very late, Mr. Lu, you should get some rest too."
"Let's go!"
Lu Feng saw him off downstairs, followed by a group of lobby managers. They exchanged pleasantries for a long time, shaking hands and saying goodbye. After Lu Feng was put in the car, he became unsteady on his feet, and the lobby managers and their group behind him exclaimed and rushed to support him.
"Mr. Lu, are you alright?"
"Help him in quickly, can we drive him back?"
Seven or eight girls hurriedly helped Lu Feng back to the lobby, gave him several vials of glucose, and he was already quite unsteady on his feet.
"What should we do?"
"Why don't we carry it to our dorm room? Liu Mingxia went home, so there's an empty bed."
"Take me to my room," the manager said.
Lu Feng listened to the incessant chatter around him, which gave him a headache. He could tell that if he didn't go home tonight, something bad was definitely going to happen, so he hurriedly said, "Make a call."
"Who are you calling?"
Lu Feng picked up the phone, his mind filled with only his office phone number, and when he dialed it, it was answered.
Who is it?
"Come on, pick me up."
A dozen minutes later, Zhang Fengxia arrived on a motorcycle from the factory. Seeing Lu Feng so drunk, she said with some disdain, "If you can't drink, then don't drink. Why are you showing off?"
"He didn't want to drink either. Can he really have his way drinking with the boss? He should just enjoy himself." The manager sized her up; she wasn't Lu Feng's wife. He asked, "You're not President Lu's wife, are you? Who are you?"
"My little wife, it won't work!" Zhang Fengxia tried to drag him to the car, but she couldn't budge him at all.
He had just stepped out of the hotel when he started vomiting violently. After more than an hour of this, a group of people had to lift him up and put him in the back seat of the car.
The hotel temporarily stored the motorcycle, and Zhang Fengxia drove it downstairs.
Jiang Xiaoyan was terrified when she saw Lu Feng like this, and immediately burst into tears.
"What's the use of crying? Does it solve anything?" Zhang Fengxia looked at her speechlessly.
"What should we do?"
“He’s not dead. Forget it, I can’t carry him upstairs either. Let’s go to the hospital.” Zhang Fengxia said and got into the car.
Lu Feng woke up at five in the morning with an IV drip in his hand and a headache. Jiang Xiaoyan was lying by the bedside, and Zhang Fengxia was fast asleep on a cot next to them.
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