"For Ah Cheng and Donghe's successful completion of the spring recruitment exam, cheers! Our Special Search Team has two more fierce generals!"
"Cheers!"
The clinking of glasses echoed crisply as they touched.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the atmosphere at the table grew increasingly lively.
Ma Jianguo picked up a morsel of bass, chewed it carefully, and then turned to look at Shi Chengyi:
"Old Shi, this time, I deeply appreciate your favor. My not-so-talented son managed to get into the Special Search Team; he'll need you to keep him in line going forward."
"Old Ma, you're being too formal."
Shi Chengyi put down his chopsticks, waving his hand:
"I've seen Donghe's physical performance; it's honestly hard-won on his own. Even though he got a bit injured, that tenacity to fight hard fits our Action Department's criteria perfectly. As for Ah Cheng..."
He paused, looking at Fang Cheng who was pouring tea for everyone, with undisguised appreciation in his voice:
