The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The girl was a little embarrassed and annoyed. She stomped her foot with a coquettish sigh and went to entertain the guests elsewhere.

Chen Han, however, was not one to refuse anyone. He reached out and pulled the nearest beautiful woman into his arms.

He picked up his wine glass, his face flushed from excessive drinking.

"Mr. Song, you're too kind."

He reeked of alcohol, chuckled a few times, and raised his glass to Song Yunqi: "Since that's the case, let's skip the formalities and drink, drink."

As soon as Chen Han finished speaking, the executives of Lantou Technology stood up in unison, raised their glasses, and echoed him with smiles, all turning their gazes toward Song Yunqi.

Since the other party had already made such a gesture, Song Yunxi naturally couldn't refuse.

He lightly touched the rim of the cup with his fingertips, slowly picked up the small wine cup filled with white wine in front of him, and then calmly stood up, his face showing no emotion.

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng quickly stood up as well. Although he tried his best to remain proper, his expression still carried the restraint and solemnity typical of someone new to the workplace, as if he was afraid of making a mistake.

"I can't refuse Mr. Chen's kind offer, so I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

Song Yunqi lowered his head and drank the strong liquor in his glass, his movements swift and steady.

The spicy liquid burned its way down the esophagus, and the moment it entered the stomach, the stomach, which had been feeling uncomfortable since early morning, suddenly began to spasm violently.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; he had been feeling unwell for the past few days, and his appetite had also decreased significantly.

The strength of the liquor, mixed with the rich, greasy smell of meat on the table, created an intense urge to vomit, rising straight to my throat.

Song Yunxi's fingers tightened in pain as she gripped the empty wine glass, her face turning pale.

He tried his best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, turned his head, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and attempted to use the tobacco to suppress the acid and alcohol fumes churning in his mouth.

However, after just two puffs, the pungent smell of nicotine flooded my nasal cavity, which only exacerbated my already sensitive stomach.

The overwhelming nausea almost made Song Yunqi lose his composure. He silently pressed his stomach and forcefully extinguished the cigarette that had only burned halfway.

Fortunately, the reaction came and went quickly. He closed his eyes, forced back the discomfort, and sat back down.

Chen Han, half-drunk, didn't notice Song Yunxi's momentary stiffness at all. He was still leaning against the girl beside him, his lewd hands pinching and kneading her thighs and slender waist, muttering indistinctly:

"President Song, if you were to acquire Lantu, I believe you could revitalize it and create new glories within three months."

While spouting grand ambitions, his eyes couldn't help but dart into the girl's slit neckline, and he even lowered his head to sniff the perfume on her neck, while his subordinates seemed unfazed by it.

Song Yunxi watched coldly, her face as calm as a stagnant pool.

He barely touched his chopsticks throughout, simply listening with basic business manners, occasionally nodding in agreement.

Because he was feeling unwell, he declined all the subsequent toasts. Although Chen Han wanted to urge him to drink, he didn't dare to say anything because he needed Song's help.

Zhou Cheng sat to the side without saying a word, but he was secretly amazed.

In less than a year after taking over the family business, he ruined the well-established company to the brink of bankruptcy. It was initially thought that Blueprint Technology had been subjected to malicious competition and suppression.

Now, seeing Chen Han's current state of indulging in wine and women and lacking ambition, he felt that he deserved it.

The dinner was coming to an end, and most of the dishes on the table had gone cold.

Song Yunxi raised her left hand, glanced at the time on the watch face, and then picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

"Mr. Chen, it's almost time. Aren't we supposed to be visiting your company this afternoon? Let's not be late."

Upon hearing this, Chen Han regained some clarity. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from the girl's body, and then casually groped her thigh again.

"Yes, yes, the important thing is to get down to business."

……

Half an hour later, two black minivans stopped one after the other at the headquarters of Blueprint Technology.

The company building still looks impressive, with its towering glass curtain wall reflecting a cold light in the afternoon sun.

But upon entering the lobby, the empty workstations behind the reception desk and the dusty green plants in the corner still reveal the company's current decline.

Chen Han had already taken some hangover medicine in the car, and his drunkenness had mostly subsided. Dressed in a suit, he managed to look somewhat like a businessman.

"Mr. Song, this floor is our administration and sales office area. Because the company is currently undergoing restructuring, there seem to be fewer people here."

As Chen Han walked, he gestured to introduce the place.

Song Yunxi walked forward surrounded by the crowd, her leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

He looked around and saw a few employees sitting in front of their computers, typing away through the transparent glass windows. But everyone looked bewildered, and the entire office area was lifeless, lacking any of the vibrancy that a high-tech company should have.

Zhou Cheng followed behind, carrying a briefcase and quickly taking notes of the conversation between the two presidents.

Where does your company's core patent R&D team usually work?

Song Yunqi stopped at a corner and turned to look at Chen Han.

The vague emptiness and pain in his stomach made him feel weak, and his voice was lower than usual.

Seeing that Song Yunqi was interested in this, Chen Han quickly and eagerly replied:

"The R&D department is on the top floor. To maintain technical confidentiality, it has its own access control system. Would you like me to take you up for a tour?"

"Okay, thank you for your help."

The research and development center on the top floor is indeed much more impressive than those on the lower floors.

Although many large experimental devices at the end of the corridor are sealed with unpaid final payments due to a broken funding chain, the engineers and technical team are still there.

They didn't react when the president brought the client in; they just glanced at him indifferently before going back to working on the circuit boards and test data.

Song Yunqi walked behind a senior engineer who was debugging equipment, staring at the complex waveforms and conversion code on the computer screen, and looked at them thoughtfully for a long time.

Because he has handled many projects in the industry, he is knowledgeable in the field, even though he is not from a technical background.

It's clear that Blueprint Technology's long-established technical team has a strong foundation, and its engineers are among the best in the industry.

"President Song, this is our core laboratory."

Chen Han walked over, pointed at the equipment, and said with undisguised pride:

"The team was cultivated by my father and they are very loyal to the company. Even though Blueprint is currently in a slump, these top talents have not chosen to leave."

Song Yunqi stretched out her finger and gently wiped the edge of an old testing instrument next to her. Her fingertip was clean and dust-free, showing that she cherished it.

"It's really good." He turned around and gave his evaluation casually.