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Zeng Guoqiang said: "Zhao Ziming brought Zhao Zixu to take the independent admissions examination of Linjiang University, and I promised to treat him to dinner in the evening."

Wen Chun pondered

After arriving at the Urban Construction Bureau, I was busy all day long. I haven’t been back to Wangcheng County for a long time. When I lay in bed at night, I would still recall the ups and downs of my days in Wangcheng County. I would also think about Gan Xin.

Fei, how are Zhao Ziming and the others doing now?

Emotionally speaking, Wen Chun would definitely be willing to meet the Zhao Ziming brothers and sisters and ask about Gan Xin, Yu Fei and the others. However, if he turned down Huang Ping's invitation, he would definitely have a grudge and be on guard, thinking about it later.

It will be even more difficult to extract the situation from his mouth.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Chun had no choice but to say to Zeng Guoqiang in embarrassment: "Guoqiang, I have an appointment with Huang Ping from Luqiao Company tonight. Please treat them to a meal for me. Talk to the Ziming brothers and sisters. I'm really sorry. Wait for me."

When you have free time, go back and visit them.”

Although Zeng Guoqiang was reluctant, he had no choice but to agree.

Seeing Wen Chun busy day and night and taking on huge risks and pressures, Zeng Guoqiang felt very uncomfortable. He was unable to share his worries even if he wanted to.

At six o'clock sharp, Wen Chun appeared at the entrance of the Celebrity Hotel on time. As soon as he walked out of the revolving door, Huang Ping and Zhang Ziyi had already greeted him from the lobby.

Huang Ping's bald head was shaved cleanly, and he had a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, which made him look much more elegant than before.

Zhang Ziyi is still tall and graceful, with charming style. When she sees Wen Chun, there is light flowing in her eyes.

Huang Ping booked a very exquisite small private room, and the table was already ready with wine and food.

There are only three people at tonight's dinner, Huang Ping, Zhang Ziyi and Wen Chun. The exquisite small private room also seems a bit empty, which is in great contrast with the sumptuous dishes on the table.

Obviously, this dinner was carefully prepared by Huang Ping and Zhang Ziyi, and they did not want anyone else to participate.

After Huang Ping sat down in high spirits, he took out a fancy bottle from his side, poured a drink-like drink into three cups respectively, and said with a smile: "We have no outsiders. It's a gathering of old friends, so we won't open it."

We have some liquor, but as the saying goes, 'No party is complete without wine', so tonight let's open the meat and taste the 'Perrier-Jouët' champagne that Secretary Zhang brought back from France, how about it?"

Wen Chun readily agreed. Although he was mentally prepared to fight one against two at the beginning, he had no idea whether he could resist it. Huang Ping suggested not drinking liquor, which would be in line with Wen Chun's wishes.

There is no reason to disagree

Zhang Ziyi picked up the cup, played with it against the light and admired the champagne in the cup. The wine in the cup was orange-yellow, clear and bright, crystal clear under the light, exuding an elegant aroma.

Beautiful wine makes people more beautiful

The orchid fingers stretched out by Zhang Ziyi are like jade bamboo shoots, shining as white as ivory. Her obsessed look is quite romantic and romantic like a French girl.

She said softly: "Wen Ju, please don't think that this foreign product doesn't have much alcohol, but the price is equivalent to Moutai, and the nutritional value is much higher than Moutai." After saying that, she raised her wine glass and flashed it.

A pair of big eyes said to Wen Chun: "Wen Ju, I respect you, but I can't say cheers. If I drink it like white wine, I will ruin this 'Paris-Jouët'."

Wen Chun picked up the cup, touched it lightly with Zhang Ziyi, and then took a shallow sip. It was indeed champagne. As soon as the wine entered her mouth, she felt rich and soft. The aroma of the wine penetrated her spleen and lungs. The rich and mellow aroma was elegant and frank, exuding seduction.

human charm

Wen Chun took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh: "Good wine, good wine."

Huang Ping also took a sip and said with a smile: "Haha, Wen Ju, you are so drunk that everyone gets drunk!"

At a banquet, be it Maotai or "Paris-Jouët", wine is always just a lubricant that creates an atmosphere.

It's rare to taste it without drinking it. The atmosphere suddenly seems relaxed and comfortable, as if every pore is filled with the sweet smell of "Perrier-Jouët"

There is no doubt that the credit belongs to Zhang Ziyi. With Huang Ping's vulgarity, there is absolutely no such sentiment and creativity.

The topic cannot avoid the Jiuli Lake Bridge

Zhang Ziyi lightly opened her red lips and said: "Wen Bureau, originally Mr. Yue was going to attend in person. It was almost five o'clock when he suddenly received a call and he flew to Beijing. He wanted me to go with him. I

He said, "That's not possible. I'll invite Director Wen tonight. You can't miss such a good opportunity for discussion. Hehe, Director Wen, don't you think I'm being hypocritical?"

Wen Chun smiled and said: "That's not true, but Secretary Zhang is probably tired of flying around in the sky all day long, so he used me as a cover to take a chance to relax."

"Hee hee, the one who knows me is Wen Jue!" Zhang Ziyi gently clinked the cups with Wen Chun again, smiling particularly charmingly.

Huang Ping patted his bald head and said sourly: "Haha, I seem to have become a light bulb."

Zhang Ziyi said angrily: "Mr. Huang, your 'Paris-Jouët' is considered a white product, it has no sentiment at all."

Huang Ping said aggrievedly: "Secretary Zhang, Bureau Wen doesn't know, but you do. I'm so busy these days, how can I still feel like this?"

Zhang Ziyi complained: "Oh, Mr. Huang, if I had known you weren't in this mood, you wouldn't have opened this bottle of 'Paris-Jouët'"

Huang Ping joked: "Haha, Secretary Zhang, even if you feel distressed, don't say it in front of Director Wen."

"Who said I feel distressed? There's no point in accompanying you and other common people to taste wine."

"Haha," Huang Ping exaggeratedly drank half of the wine in the glass. "I'm telling you, don't be so stingy. As long as we just curl our lips a little bit, how many bottles of French champagne can we have?"

Wen Chun couldn't help but take a deep breath and finally got to the point.

Zhang Ziyi drank all the wine in the cup and said angrily: "You guys want to talk about work, I'm avoiding it." After saying that, she went out by herself, causing Huang Ping to roll his eyes and shake his head with helplessness.

As soon as Zhang Ziyi's figure disappeared, Huang Ping smiled bitterly and whispered: "Old classmate, you have to give me a hand."

Wen Chun asked: "Is it about the Jiuli Lake Bridge?"

"Isn't that true?" Huang Ping began to pour out his bitterness: "Before Mr. Yue left, he scolded me bloody, saying that in order to save the construction period, I made my own decisions and did not pay attention to the construction quality, which caused extremely bad damage to the company's reputation.

He also said that the city’s leaders are aware of the impact.”

Wen Chun did not shy away and said bluntly: "Yes, this is what I reported at the meeting."

Huang Ping didn't expect Wen Chun to be so honest, and he didn't know what to say.