Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

Lu Ye had never actually attended any formal business banquets.

But the food was just so-so.

It's not much different from a regular dinner party.

The only difference was that the people at the dinner table smiled particularly brightly and hypocritically, calling each other "this CEO" and "that CEO" repeatedly. After half an hour of eating, Lu Ye only knew the name of his own CEO and didn't know the names of any of the others.

But this obviously doesn't affect his ability to make a living.

Last night I was busy bombing buildings everywhere, and this morning I was busy catching up on sleep while submitting the report. After waking up, I was dragged to try on clothes, and when I came to my senses, I realized that I was actually—

Haven't eaten all day?

When Lu realized this, he was so angry that he almost slapped himself on the spot. He had been so neglectful of his body. If Hongluan were awake, she would be heartbroken.

So while the other CEOs were exchanging compliments and toasts at the dinner table, he just kept his head down and ate his meal.

Quite a few people came to this dinner with the client, and they were divided into two large private rooms. Lao Da and Wang Chao, along with other junior employees, ate in the next room with the junior employees of the client company.

The people sitting in this private room are all real big shots: several important leaders from the client, President Jiang Yingqing, him, and the department manager who was called in to pour drinks and act as a waiter.

This guy looked extremely uncomfortable at the moment, and every now and then he would frantically give Lu Ye meaningful glances, urging Lu Ye to take over the task of pouring the wine so that he could go and have a good talk with the client, but Lu Ye pretended not to see them.

According to the official position, Lu Ye, the P5 level project leader, was the lowest-ranking person at this table. He should have been the one to serve dishes and pour drinks, but Lu Ye had no awareness of this at all. He just kept eating the dishes, and since Jiang Yingqing didn't say anything, the department manager could only grit his teeth and sulk.

"Um... this gentleman is Lu Ye, right? He was the one who mainly led the project proposal, I remember him."

A portly, overweight CEO of the client company, his face flushed from drinking, glanced at me.

The department manager quickly poured the boss another glass of wine and said with a fawning smile, "President Jia, you can just call him Xiao Lu. He just joined the company and hasn't seen much of the world yet."

"Xiao Lu, President Jia has already raised his glass, why don't you stand up and toast him?" The department manager took the opportunity to glare at Lu Ye.

Lu Ye pointed his chin at the empty wine glass in front of him. "Why don't you fill it up for me?"

"Hehe, my bad, Mr. Jia, look, I actually forgot to pour the wine. Xiao Lu will drink three with you later as an apology." The department manager smiled insincerely and poured the wine into the wine glass in front of Lu Ye until it was almost overflowing.

"I'm thirsty, that's perfect." Lu Ye picked up his wine glass with two fingers, swirled it, and made a clinking motion. "I'll drink mine, you can drink as you like."

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

He showed off everything in one go, right in front of everyone.

He's never been impressed by anyone when it comes to drinking capacity; just ask Chen Chen if you don't believe me.

As for standing up to offer a toast?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid it will shorten your lifespan.

"Haha, young people are so energetic, and they can hold their liquor so well, just my style!"

"Hey, Mr. Jia, take it easy~ Take care of your health."

The secretary sitting next to President Jia called out with concern, watching as President Jia downed half a glass in one gulp, and then gave Lu a reproachful look.

"Young man, let me catch my breath before we drink together." Mr. Jia chuckled, already a little drunk.

The department manager next to him felt a pang of distress: Oh no, they've started calling him "little brother" too.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the dinner table became increasingly lively. Lu ate and drank without any hesitation, and even had a couple more drinks with the guy called Boss Jia. Their address to each other had changed from "little brother" to "older brother".

As the company president, Jiang Yingqing was naturally often forced to drink by the clients. She seemed to have a good alcohol tolerance, but her eyes were a little red.

As they drank...

Lu then felt that something was amiss.

Jiang Yingqing was originally sitting in the seat above him, while that General Manager Jia was sitting in the seat above Jiang Yingqing. The table was spacious enough, and the distance between the seats was at least half a meter.

But it was only then that Lu realized the president's chair was almost touching his own.

stab.

Lu moved to the right and continued eating and drinking.

A short while later, the CEO's chair was quietly moved to the right again, and the long, black-stockinged legs were almost touching his.

What does that mean?

Why do you have to squeeze me into such a spacious place?

Lu was also a little unhappy.

Why are you crowding him while he's eating? It's stopping him from picking up food.

"Stop moving."

Lu vaguely heard the president mutter a few words between drinks.

Lu looked up and noticed that the president's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Then the truth came out.

The client, Mr. Jia, was quite drunk, and his gaze kept drifting over Jiang Yingqing.

His left hand, which was under the table, rubbed and kneaded the secretary's thigh, while his right hand subtly tried to place on Jiang Yingqing's long legs.

Jiang Yingqing could only smile and move her chair toward Lu Ye. Then President Jia moved his chair a step toward Lu Ye as well, and naturally, the secretary had to move her chair as well.

This has led to a series of chain reactions.

Fortunately, Lu was not the last link in the chain reaction; the last link was the department manager sitting to his left.

"Damn it, why the hell are you pushing me?"

The department manager, who was pouring drinks a moment ago, found himself almost sitting on Lu Ye's lap when he returned to his seat. The once spacious seat was now too cramped to even lift his arms.

"Go away, move over there. When did we become so close?"

The department manager shifted his body with some disdain, unwilling to be near Lu Ye at all. Then, noticing a cold gaze directed at him from the president, Jiang Yingqing, he immediately fell silent.

"What's wrong...?"

Lu Ye turned his nose at him and scolded, "You're already being lenient by letting me sit here. Don't you have any sense of propriety? How did you become a department manager?"

"you!"

"Come on, Mr. Hey, let's have another drink."

Before President Jia could react, Lu Ye picked up the wine glass in front of him and showed off a glass. President Jia, out of consideration for his reputation, had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink half a glass. His eyes immediately became more hazy, and his hands temporarily stopped moving.

Jiang Yingqing straightened her crooked body slightly and adjusted her skirt.

However, after a short while, Mr. Jia recovered and wanted to continue applying the stickers.

Lu Ye: "Wow, Mr. Jia, you have a good capacity for alcohol! Let's have another one, you two brothers."

A while later.

"Wow, Lao Jia, your alcohol tolerance is almost a third of mine. Come on, let's finish this glass and there are three more to go."

Every time President Jia recovers and tries to get close to Jiang Yingqing, Lu will casually stun her.

After a few rounds, President Jia's dizziness lasted longer and longer, but his gaze toward Lu Ye became increasingly dissatisfied.

"Thank you." Jiang Yingqing's deliberately lowered voice came from beside her.

When Lu Ye turned around, he bumped into a face that was fair with a rosy glow and slightly unfocused eyes. The slightly tipsy CEO was finally starting to show his lethality.

"I'm going to take a dump."

Lu Ye pulled out a chair, got up, and headed to the restroom. After a satisfying rest, he wandered into the next private room and found Wang Chao sitting there, his face flushed from drinking, trying to sober up.

When I returned to the private room, I happened to witness this scene.

Jiang Yingqing staggered as her secretary helped her up. President Jia smiled and put the fat pig's trotter on Jiang Yingqing's shoulder, while the department manager stood aside, hesitant to speak.

Judging from their appearance, the two were planning to leave with Jiang Yingqing first.

"Hehe, your CEO is drunk. I'll take her home first."

Looking at the greasy smile plastered on President Jia's face, and the eagerness hidden deeper within it.

Lu Ye simply reached out and blocked the door, smiling slightly, "Hehe, if you can take her away in front of me today, I'll even take your surname from now on."