The three women knew Ye Fan and Zhang Ming had things to discuss, so after saying goodbye, they followed the waiter back to their rooms to rest.
Zhang Ming poured Ye Fan a glass of wine and then filled one for himself. He lifted his glass towards Ye Fan and said, "Young Master Ye, we've been busy all day and I haven't had the chance to thank you yet. I won't say much else, everything I want to say is in this glass, I'll drink first as a mark of respect." After speaking, Zhang Ming lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp.
Ye Fan smiled, picked up his glass and drank it down, then said, "Director Zhang, we are friends, and it's only right to help each other out."
After drinking a cup of strong liquor, Zhang Ming's old face was slightly red, clearly not very good at holding his drink. He said, "Young Master Ye, to tell you the truth, I've been fighting on the business battlefield for many years, but I have never seen anyone as miraculous as you, really, you just feel magical."
