The atmosphere in the private room remained the same as before, unchanged.
Everyone was still enthusiastically chatting, the pretty secretaries brought by the presidents were still putting on their delicate demeanour.
Liang Chen's gaze stayed on Mr. Lin, who was having a heated conversation with the secretary he had brought along, and did not move away. After a while, Chen's eyelids slightly fluttered. Holding his wine glass, he gently swirled it, staring at Mr. Lin, and said in a calm tone, "Mr. Lin, your business has been getting better and better over the years."
Hearing Chen, Mr. Lin immediately stopped talking with his secretary, looked up at Chen, and responded in a flattering tone, "You flatter me, Mr. Liang. My little business is just a drop in the bucket compared to yours. I hope for more of your support in the future."
Support?
Liang Chen chuckled coldly in his heart, but his face remained expressionless: "You're too modest, Mr. Lin."
