Evening in Da'ao City.
A few cars parked at the entrance of Xinji Restaurant.
Zhang Xiangu, Wang Bin, Zhang Wei, Jiang Yan, Xiong Wenwen, and several company managers got out of the cars one by one.
They said they were inviting guests for dinner, but actually the other party had arrived earlier.
As soon as the door opened,
the group that had booked Xinji Restaurant greeted them.
"President Zhang, President Wang, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon. Come in, will you?" Qian Xin, acting as the go-between, approached warmly, spreading his arms to embrace them.
But Zhang Xiangu and Wang Bin didn't give a warm reception, and with a hint of coldness, said, "Thanks to you, I've been losing sleep lately. Luckily, I haven't been hit with debt collection, or my company would've gone bankrupt this month."
