They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Among the girls, one little girl was sitting in the closest seat to the left of the main seat.

Her features were exquisite, and her eyelashes fluttered.

The professional suit couldn't hide the impressive figure hidden beneath.

Pear-shaped curve, with a prominent front and a curvy back.

In stark contrast to her mature figure was her pure and lovely face.

And the baby voice in her speech.

Baby face with huge breasts!

"Hello, Mr. Jiang! My name is Xu Lu."

"I just joined the company last year and am currently rotating through the teller counter at the Chengxi branch."

"I've long admired Xingyue Media, and today I'm finally meeting you in person."

The girl had a soft voice, and as she spoke, she turned her head and gave Jiang Han a sweet smile.

Wang Chengfei added from the side.

"President Jiang, Xu Lu is the niece of our branch manager in the west of the city. She ranked first in the comprehensive evaluation of last year's campus recruitment and is outstanding among their batch of new recruits."

"Such an outstanding girl has never been in a relationship!"

"President Jiang, you are very knowledgeable and experienced. If you know anyone suitable, please help introduce them."

Jiang Han gave a perfunctory response, but he already knew exactly what was going on behind his back.

Wang Chengfei, that old fox, revealed crucial information in just a few casual words.

Just graduated, no dating history.

It is a delicate flower that has not yet been picked.

Xu Lu gently placed the freshly refilled teacup in front of Jiang Han, her movements light and natural.

She lingered her fingers on the rim of the cup, and seeing that he didn't react, she withdrew them and placed them on her lap.

Several girls nearby exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

Wang Chengfei picked up his teacup and raised it towards Jiang Han.

"President Jiang, we've invited you here today to celebrate the completion of Xingyue Film and Television City."

"Secondly, it's to thank you for your trust in China Merchants Bank."

"Although your main business is with Shanghai Pudong Development Bank, you have always kept an account with our bank. We appreciate this kindness."

Jiang Han clinked glasses and laughed.

I kept the account simply because I was lazy.

"President Wang, you're too kind!"

Wang Chengfei paused for a moment, then asked, "By the way, how is Manager Qiu's work at Pudong Development Bank going?"

"After she left, several clients in the private banking department have been asking about her."

Jiang Han casually replied, "It's fine."

"President Wang, you're not asking this because you want to bring her back, are you?"

Wang Chengfei quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, Manager Qiu has a bright future at Pudong Development Bank, we are happy for her."

"I failed to take good care of her back then, and I would like to ask President Jiang to convey my apologies."

Jiang Han nodded and tasted the new tea in his cup.

Wang Chengfei adopted the lowest possible stance today.

From the moment Jiang Han stepped into the private room, he never straightened his back.

He personally pulled out the head seat when he took his seat.

The rim of the teacup is always half an inch lower than the Yangtze River.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, it would be hard to imagine that he was the president of the Jingzhou branch of China Merchants Bank.

After the 10 billion yuan arrived, the news was quickly reported up the chain of command from the branch's private banking center, alarming the head office.

As evening approached, the head office president personally called, his words direct and to the point.

This client must be well maintained; if anything goes wrong, you're on your own.

So whether it's for the sake of the current position or the future prospects.

Jiang Handu is the person Wang Chengfei absolutely cannot afford to offend right now.

While a personal bank account of 10 billion yuan is a lot, the amount alone usually doesn't warrant such attention.

However, the identity of the depositor and the power of the group he represents cannot be ignored.

Jiang Han sat in the main seat, showing no sign of unease despite the gazes of the girls at the table.

His gaze swept over everyone, occasionally meeting the eyes of those opposite him, but he simply looked away calmly.

The girls couldn't hide the envy in their eyes; their gazes were glued to Jiang Han, unwilling to leave.

It was enough to make the bank's leaders lower themselves and specifically select young girls from the retail division to accompany them.

They had no idea how much this young man was holding in his hands.

Just by looking at Wang Chengfei's respectful posture, one can guess what was going on.

They are young, but their eyesight is excellent.

At a dinner party of this caliber, just being able to sit at the table is an opportunity in itself.

When it was almost time, Wang Chengfei called the waiter to bring the dishes.

Soon, one after another, beautifully plated dishes were served to the table by waitresses dressed in cheongsams.

In front of each person is a blue and white porcelain stew pot. When the lid is lifted, steam carrying the fresh aroma of soup spreads out.

Wang Chengfei pointed to the stew pot in front of Jiang Han, his tone earnest.

"This soup uses wild mandarin fish from Taihu Lake. We take the swim bladder and lips, add Jinhua ham to make the broth, and simmer for a full 6 hours."

"The soup is clear and smooth, with a fresh and delicious taste."

"Try it, you can't find this gelatinous texture anywhere else."

Jiang Han picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of soup. The soup slid over his tongue and was indeed delicious.

"good."

Wang Chengfei's smile immediately relaxed a bit.

"I'm glad President Jiang likes it. The head chef of this private kitchen used to work at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse."

"After retiring, I opened this restaurant. It's not open to the public; I only accept reservations from acquaintances."

"He personally cooked this meal tonight."

"Mr. Jiang, how about we get some white wine?"

After finishing his pre-meal soup, Wang Chengfei asked for feedback.

"President Wang, do you have any good wine?"

"As expected, you can't hide it from President Jiang." Wang Chengfei stood up with a smile.

He turned around and took a porcelain bottle from the rosewood wine cabinet behind him.

The bottle has a warm, lustrous glaze, and the mouth is sealed with yellowed old wax with a tiny label attached.

The handwriting is somewhat blurred, but the words "Flying Fairy Moutai" are still legible.

He gently placed the porcelain bottle on the table and carefully scratched the edge of the wax seal with his fingernail.

"It was originally a stockpile of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' embassies abroad, and it eventually ended up in my hands. I've never been able to part with it."

"Since President Jiang has graced us with his presence today, I feel it would be a real shame not to share this."

Jiang Han looked at the bottle of wine and raised an eyebrow.

Such aged wine is simply unavailable on the market.

Regardless of price, it is a rare, collectible item.

"Drink!" Jiang Han readily agreed without refusing.

Wang Chengfei laughed and gestured to the waiter not far away.

Soon, the waiter brought over two wine cups made entirely of top-grade mutton fat jade.

The jade is delicate and warm, and it gleams with a milky white halo under the light.

He pulled the cork out of the bottle himself.

The special stopper retains its elasticity even after many years, and makes a crisp, low click when pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, a rich aroma of wine slowly wafted out from the bottle opening.

Unlike the strong kick of ordinary baijiu, it carries an extremely mellow and lingering aged aroma.

It slowly spreads out in the air.

Even the girl sitting at the farthest point unconsciously took a deep breath.

Jiang Han picked up the wine cup, and the wine clung to the mutton-fat jade cup.

It has a faint amber color.

He brought it close to his nose and smelled it; the aroma of aged soy sauce filled his nostrils.

It was mellow and not harsh, unlike any other baijiu he had ever drunk before.

"President Wang, how many years has this wine been stored?"

Wang Chengfei made a gesture, his face beaming with undisguised pride.

It's been 50 years!

Jiang Han nodded slightly and took a small sip.

The moment the liquor glides across the tip of the tongue, it releases a rich, savory aroma and goes down smoothly.

There is absolutely no stimulating or spicy sensation.

"Excellent wine!"