The door swung open and Chen Yansen, Ma Wenteng, and Liu Zhiping walked in, followed by Zhou Shouzhi, Huang Zheng, and Gao Weilin.
"President Chen!"
"Mr. Ma!"
"President Liu!"
Zhang Chaoyang, Lei Yijun, and the others quickly stood up, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with smiles.
"Don't you all have meetings tomorrow?" Chen Yansen glanced at the coffee table, which was covered in beer, red wine, and whiskey. He couldn't help but tease them with a playful smile.
"I've been to ten of these Internet Conferences. They're the same old thing every year. Drinking tonight and catching up on sleep at the venue tomorrow is the perfect plan."
Zhang Chaoyang said with a laugh.
"…" Chen Yansen chuckled, at a loss for words. That definitely sounded like something Zhang Chaoyang would do.
If he wasn't concerned about saving face for the higher-ups, he probably wouldn't have bothered to attend at all.
