He knew Li Congliang's intention. Li Congliang, this junior manager, was actually quite popular. There had been similar situations in the past where he would treat his subordinates to a meal after working overtime, but that was contingent on the overtime ending at a reasonable hour.
If they got off work at eleven at night, he wouldn't treat them, because at that time, for the working folks, the best treatment was to go home and sleep.
"What time?" It was because he was familiar with Li Congliang that Liu Sang asked such a question. He didn't run a late-night diner; he was okay with staying open until nine, but he would close directly after ten-thirty, rarely operating past then.
"A little after eight, I suppose. There isn't much going on today, just need to set up the venue," Li Congliang said with a smile. Liu Sang nodded; a little after eight shouldn't be a problem.
