Mr. Qian stared at Lu Feng for a full four or five seconds before suddenly standing up, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to speak.
Mr. Qian recalled the boast he had just made. Jiaming Foods strictly forbids outsourcing to unreliable manufacturers through connections.
Seeing that he wanted to speak, Lu Feng quickly picked up his wine glass, leaned forward, and whispered, "Don't say things you shouldn't say."
Everyone present stared at President Qian in surprise, wondering what was going on.
"President Qian, please sit down. It's no big deal." Yu Tian kept waving his hand and said, "He's in the production workshop. Just tell him what you need him to do. Treat him like your son."
"No, no, I wouldn't dare!" Mr. Qian's face turned pale with fright at Yu Tian's words. This man was like a son to him; he even wanted to be his son.
"What's there to be afraid of? Come on, let's have a drink with Boss Qian." Yu Tian looked at Lu Feng and said, "You've got to drink this!"
Lu Feng, holding his wine glass, said, "Then I'll drink it all!"
"Fill this glass up too." Mr. Qian frantically searched for a bottle, picked one up, and tried to pour it into a glass, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get it in.
"Mr. Qian, why are your hands shaking?"
"I'm getting old!" President Qian poured a full glass, looked at Lu Feng and forced a smile. He knew very well that the only people who could clink glasses and have a drink with Lu Feng were senior managers like President Li and Gao Zhiwei.
We'll have a toast today, and we can brag about it for years to come back to the factory.
"Can we hurry up?" Lu Feng urged.
"How dare you speak to Mr. Qian like that, kid?" Yu Tian shouted.
"It's alright, it's alright. This young man is clearly extraordinary and very energetic. Not only is he handsome, but he's also incredibly intelligent." Boss Qian praised him profusely, raising his wine glass so that the rim touched the base of Lu Feng's glass.
"Don't you even know this basic etiquette?" Yu Rongguang said. "How could you let President Qian's cup be lower than yours?"
Mr. Qian was almost in tears, and in his heart he had cursed Yu Tian and his son's ancestors for eighteen generations. He said, "It doesn't matter. Young people shouldn't be so particular."
"We still need to show some respect to President Qian." Lu Feng lowered his glass a little.
Mr. Qian didn't dare let him lower his cup too much, so he quickly lowered it a little as well. Everyone present noticed that Mr. Qian seemed a little off, as if he was very nervous in front of this young man.
"Mr. Qian, are you alright? Did you drink too much?"
"Are you feeling a bit tipsy? Sit down!"
"It's alright," Mr. Qian said, clinking his glass together. "Please feel free to drink, I'll finish mine!"
Lu Feng picked up his glass and drank half of it, while President Qian downed his drink in one gulp. Yu Tian, seeing how ignorant Lu Feng was of the etiquette at the dinner table, sneered and said nothing more, "President Qian, we'll head over now. Let's meet up another day for a good drink."
Lu Feng turned around and left without saying a word.
"I'll see him off!" Mr. Qian said as he walked out. He didn't know what Lu Feng meant. Obviously, Yu Tian didn't know who he was, otherwise he wouldn't have come to him for help.
"No need, no need, Mr. Qian, you're too kind!"
After leaving the private room, President Qian stared intently at Lu Feng, hoping that Lu Feng would praise him and that he might be able to go to headquarters next year.
But Lu Feng stood there like a block of wood. After exchanging a few polite words, Lu Feng turned around and left. On the way back to the private room, Yu Tian was in a great mood, as it seemed that things had gone well.
"Lu Feng calls himself a chairman? His dad is really bragging. With that kind of attitude, he'd probably get his legs broken if he went out there," Yu Rongguang said disdainfully.
“He doesn’t understand any rules at all.” After saying that, Yu Tian pondered for a moment and said, “I feel like President Qian is afraid of him in front of him, and seems very reserved.”
“I could tell too. His smile was fake, a forced smile, like he was trying to please him.” Yu Rongguang pondered and said, “Dad, do you think this kid has some powerful connections at Jiamei Foods? Like some other factories, he’s forming cliques.”
"How could that be? That's forbidden in there. Don't get your hopes up. Someone like him is probably just drunk. Let's go in!"
Inside the private room, the family dinner was drawing to a close. Lu Jinyue asked, "How was it?"
"President Qian is a very nice person. Don't let his position as vice president fool you; he gives my dad a lot of face. I'll have no problem getting the deputy factory director position next year." Yu Rongguang's face was full of arrogance.
"My son is amazing!"
"It's mainly because his father is powerful!" Yu Tian boasted.
Seeing that they were having a good conversation, Lu Wancai turned to Lu Feng and asked, "Did you mention to them that you also work at Jiamei Foods?"
“It’s been mentioned!” Lu Feng said.
“Yu Tian, let me tell you, they might have only agreed because of my son.” Lu Wancai smiled, feeling that he had regained some face.
"Heh, whatever you say goes. But I still want to tell Lu Feng to be careful when you go out to offer toasts, or you might get beaten up one day," Yu Rongguang sneered.
"What happened?" Lu Jinyue asked.
"He offered a toast to Boss Qian, who downed his drink in one gulp, but he only drank half, and his glass was even taller than the other's. How can he expect to make a living like that?"
"President Qian is no outsider. He gave me face, so it's all in the past," Yu Tian said, trying to smooth things over.
Lu Wancai wasn't very happy with the meal. Tomorrow was the birthday banquet, and the two elders had to stay in the apartment building tonight, while Lu Feng and his family of three booked a room at a hotel.
As evening fell, Lu Feng lay in bed staring at the ceiling when Jiang Xiaoyan walked in and said, "Dad, I just want to save face, so why do you always refuse?"
"If your parents, your brother, and all your relatives are willing to spend the whole year next year dealing with these trivial matters, I don't care. I'm very busy after the New Year."
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