Su Wensong very considerately pulled out the seat next to Li Jian for Lin Chuxia.
Director Feng Kaiwei, having been called out, couldn’t keep pretending alongside Director Liu, so he smiled, nodded, and said, "Mr. Lin, you’re too kind."
Lin Chuxia took the seat without hesitation, and only then did she ask Li Jian, "And who might this gentleman across from us be...?"
Liu Guoyi’s expression remained indifferent, his piercing gaze scrutinizing the woman in front of him who showed no fear in meeting his eyes.
From the few small actions of the woman as she entered, he received a very bad signal: this woman was not going to be easy to handle.
A mere individual business owner, showing up late to a dinner where everyone else held higher status than her.
Not only was she late, but she only started speaking to him after taking her seat opposite him; was she trying to tell him that they were equals?
He scoffed internally, a small business owner trying to speak of equality with him, what a joke.
Li Jian formally made the introduction, "This is Director Liu of the Food Factory. Both Director Liu and Director Feng have heard that your Bun Shop is doing well; Director Feng is the greatest supporter of private enterprises. Since everyone happened to be free today, we thought we could all sit down together."
Hearing Li Jian’s words, Lin Chuxia felt completely relieved.
She knew that Li Jian was dispatched here by Station Chief Yang and was worried how he might handle the situation later.
His words meant he wasn’t siding with Director Liu; the decision was left to her.
With a slight smile on her face, she said, "So, it’s Director Liu. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner."
Liu Guoyi responded with a mild smile, "I’ve long heard of Mr. Lin’s successful business, didn’t expect the pretense to be substantial. It’s the first time for both Director Feng and myself to be kept waiting in a private room; since Mr. Lin has arrived late, shouldn’t there be some form of penalty?"
Gao Hui immediately brought over some drink cups— three quarter-once cups, filled with liquor—that were placed in front of Lin Chuxia.
Lin Chuxia glanced at the alcohol but did not pick up Director Liu’s thread.
Director Liu wasn’t in a hurry either; it was now a battle of momentum.
As long as one side could suppress the other in terms of momentum, the following proceedings were likely to turn in their favor.
Lin Chuxia had intentionally arrived late to impose her momentum over him, so he’d turn it back on her by having her drink three cups as a self-punishment.
Lin Chuxia was of course aware of Director Liu’s intention. As the atmosphere tensed, Su Wensong stepped in to break the ice, "Our Mr. Lin isn’t very good with liquor; I’ll take these three cups instead of Mr. Lin."
He picked up a cup and was about to lift it when Director Liu sneered, "Is Mr. Lin looking down on my toast?"
If he really let Lin Chuxia’s assistant drink the alcohol, he would have lost this confrontation.
At that moment, Lin Chuxia stood up, lifted a cup and said, "Director Liu, that’s not it. This brother of mine just returned from the countryside with a straightforward nature not used to city customs, no offense taken. This cup is a toast to everyone."
Though it wasn’t three cups, seeing her down one cup in a single gulp appeased Director Liu’s expression somewhat.
He also took a sip of his drink and glanced unintentionally at Li Jian and Vice Director Feng.
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