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Chapter 1232 - 850 Mr. Jiang (Second Update, Thanks for the Reward!)

Chapter 1232: 850 Mr. Jiang (Second Update, Thanks for the Reward!)

The waiters were coming in a continuous stream.

To the naked eye, the uniquely designed oversized dining table was gradually being filled with all sorts of delicious dishes.

Everyone tacitly looked towards the main guest of the day.

Chi Jin took the lead, delivering a brief and skillful speech.

"I’m delighted that after several years, we can reunite here in River City. I know everyone must be hungry. I won’t make this long-winded, just want to say one thing: long live friendship!"

"Long live friendship!"

Many people loudly echoed with laughter.

"Let’s start dining."

Chi Jin sat down.

"Brother Chi, it’s your treat today, let me toast to you."

A peer stood up with a glass of wine, then added, "To say something embarrassing, I’ve never had authentic Maotai until now, all thanks to Brother Chi’s generosity."

Chi Jin chuckled softly, "We’re all classmates, there’s no need for such formalities. I believe that everyone here will continue to thrive in life and work, getting better and better."

"How about we all toast to Chi Jin?"

Gao Jianqiang wouldn’t be left behind.

"Right, that’s only proper."

Many people responded, including the female classmates.

"I drove here, maybe I should toast with water instead of alcohol."

A male peer said, feeling a bit awkward.

"Just call a designated driver, it won’t cost much."

A bystander muttered, "Chi Jin has spent so much, and you can’t even afford a designated driver?"

Hearing this, the male peers who had driven there found it difficult to say more. In fact, there weren’t many, just around three to five who had cars, aside from Chi Jin’s Audi Hoxi, the best of which was just a BMW 3 series, likely provided by a well-off family.

This fact alone shows that these old classmates from Sha City High School are all quite down-to-earth; they didn’t pretend to be wealthier than they are and didn’t let the rental car companies make a profit off them.

Including Tong Dan, everyone poured themselves a glass of the wine Chi Jin brought.

The color was rich, at first glance, it was obviously not one of those cheap wines that cost just tens of yuan.

"Thank you, everyone."

Just as Chi Jin was rising to make a toast and everyone was about to drink together, a slightly discordant element emerged.

It turned out that one of the male peers’ glass contained a red liquid, in stark contrast with the other men.

He probably wanted to blend in with the crowd, but Gao Jianqiang had sharp eyes.

"Jiang Chen, why are you drinking something red?"

Hearing this, everyone paused in their toasting, shifting their gaze simultaneously.

Seeing the guy holding a glass of wine just like her, Tong Dan stifled a laugh, leisurely looking on.

Facing everyone’s attention, the "unconventional" Jiang Chen wasn’t embarrassed and explained sincerely, "I’m not good with alcohol; drinking white makes me drunk easily."

The last time he got drunk in Gangcheng, had already served as a wake-up call for him.

"Jiang Chen, that’s not very sportsmanlike. Everyone else is drinking white, and the wine is meant for the females."

Someone chided.

"Yeah, it’s a rare gathering, what does it matter if you get drunk."

Chi Jin put down his glass, smiling. As the main guest, he should have smoothed things over, yet he remained silent.

"If he can’t handle strong liquor, why force it? What does it matter what he drinks."

Xie Wendong valiantly defended Jiang Chen, "Besides, he came on a bike, it’s not like he can call for a designated driver, right?"

His intentions were good, but good intentions don’t always yield good outcomes.

Hearing his words, Ouyang Qing quietly shook her head, once again lamenting the social inadequacies of this former class scholar.

"Pfft..."

Sure enough, someone immediately laughed.

"You don’t need a designated driver for biking, and traffic police don’t stop bicycles, right? Everyone agrees, right?"

Many people burst into laughter.

Though most probably meant no harm, Wu Yufei still involuntarily furrowed her brows, and couldn’t help but glance at the young man next to her.

He appeared calm, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding laughter.

"What’s so funny?"

A female voice rang out.

It was Tong Dan.

The same person who just wanted to watch the drama now wore a serious expression on her face.

Classmates and friends are different.

Making a joke is harmless, but being laughed at by the whole crowd was something she couldn’t stand to see.

"Isn’t biking dangerous? And who said it’s not illegal to ride drunk? If he has an accident, who would be responsible?"

Jiang Chen looked at her, momentarily unsure whether she was speaking for him or mocking him.

Tong Dan’s statement, neither too harsh nor too soft, suddenly put a damper on the joyful atmosphere.

The laughter stopped.

Nobody argued with her anymore.

"Tong Dan is right, drink whatever you want, no pressure, health and safety are the most important."

At this moment, Chi Jin calmly opened his mouth to control the atmosphere and raised his glass, "Cheers."

No one cared about the color of Jiang Chen’s drink anymore.

After taking a sip together, everyone sat back down, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious again.

Regardless, the other party did help him out, so Jiang Chen gave Tong Dan a thankful look,

Tong Dan pretended not to see it, pursed her lips, and was muttering something, but it was inaudible from the distance.

"Jiang Chen... sorry..."

Xie Wendong looked guilty, obviously realizing that he had almost messed up just now.

"What’s there to apologize for? You were right, if I called for a ride to help me bike, the driver would probably think I’m out of my mind."

Jiang Chen’s joke made the two ladies beside him, including Wu Yufei, unable to hold back their laughter.

"Jiang Chen, don’t take it to heart, we were just joking around."

Ouyang Qing comforted, worried that he might feel upset.

The sense of responsibility he had as a class leader in the past is admirable to retain even now.

Jiang Chen shook it off with a smile, not even a hint of displeasure or gloominess showed, as if he never took the earlier matter to heart.

Even though everyone was of the same age, the hardships and disdain he faced were unimaginable by those present. He wouldn’t fuss over such a minor issue.

"Speaking of which, this Maotai doesn’t taste that good."

Xie Wendong muttered.

"If it doesn’t taste good, just eat more dishes," Ouyang Qing said.

"Is your alcohol tolerance really that bad?"

Wu Yufei asked softly, her eyes on the familiar young face, with a vague sense of familiarity, yet with a newfound resilience.

"Not particularly bad."

"After drinking this, can you still bike back?"

The slight curve at the corner of Wu Yufei’s mouth hinted at the playfulness in her question.

"Two glasses should be fine."

Jiang Chen’s smile was still bright.

"Then, shall we take a sip?"

"Cheers."

Jiang Chen briskly took the lead in raising his glass, not waiting for the lady to initiate, and clinked glasses with her.

"Ding..."

The sound was crisp.

The delicate and fragile Wu Yufei boldly tilted back her neck.

"Yu Fei, you’re pretty good at drinking."

Seeing that half a glass of wine was left, Xie Wendong showed surprise.

Actually, this kind of wine should be savored slowly, but everyone is just ordinary people, no need to affect any sophistication.

Being true to themselves is more comfortable.

"After starting work, I occasionally drink a bit of alcohol," Wu Yufei said somewhat shyly.

"Understandable, our company often requires socializing," Xie Wendong nodded.

"In the future, when you socialize at work, you’d better talk less," Ouyang Qing kindly advised.

"..."

Xie Wendong didn’t understand, "Why?"

Ouyang Qing didn’t explain, simply continued reaching for dishes with his chopsticks.

"Brother Chi, if there’s a good opportunity in the future, you should bring along us old classmates..."

People continuously came over to toast.

Xie Wendong noted, "Jiang Chen, shouldn’t we also go toast Chi Jin?"

Jiang Chen hadn’t spoken when suddenly, the private room door was pushed open.

A few middle-aged men walked in, wearing dark blazers, suit trousers, and leather shoes, displaying a distinguished aura with their every action.

The one in the core position was holding a glass of wine.

"Who are you looking for?"

Someone quickly noticed them.

"Is Mr. Jiang here?"

Mr. Jiang?

Given the age of these men, they were probably about the same age as his father.

The gathering of Sha City High School was interrupted.

Everyone gradually stopped talking.

Possibly feeling that his description wasn’t complete enough, this extraordinary middle-aged man, with a serene smile, facing the young people in the private room, asked again,

"May I ask if Jiang Chen, Mr. Jiang is here?"

The lively scene suddenly fell silent.

Almost completely quiet.