Basically, Qin Li did not have any regard for Yun Jian—of course, he was not saying it out loud in front of everyone.
After the feast, Qin Yirou cleaned up the dinner utensils with Zhang Meihua.
Since Zhang Meihua was the host, the rest of the dinner guests were free to move to the benches and stools in the front yard to blow their own trumpets while Qin Yirou and a few other women cleaned up the tables.
"Qin Li, you must've made a lot this year huh? Haha, you got promoted twice. You're close to being the head of the executive council of Zhe Province, aren't you!" someone said to Qin Li, his tone deeply admiring.
Qin Li's sense of superiority was roused but his words remained humble. "No no, I'm still working hard. I don't know where I'll end up either. It's getting more difficult to make progress…"
