Chu Mo spoke with ease, a faint smile in his expression, yet as his words fell, a flash of sharpness suddenly emerged in the old man's eyes. Cao Renyi, who laughed heartily, immediately said:
"That girl, Bingxue, is it? Fetch some liquor for this old man. Today, I shall drink a good cup with you, President Chu."
He didn't ask Chu Mo if he was joking. At their level of society, no one would joke about ten billion yuan.
The woman in the off-shoulder dress bowed slightly and took two steps back before she turned to go to the liquor cabinet.
Soon enough, the tall girl called Bingxue poured the old man half a glass of red wine. At that moment, Fan Zhijian, who had been sipping coffee, said:
"Since everyone's spirits are so high, it'd be a buzzkill if I kept on nursing this cup of coffee. Bingxue, pour me a glass of red wine too, will you?"
A moment later, the three of them raised their glasses and lightly clinked them together. The old man heaved a sigh and said gently:
