"Representative Su, I've come to disturb you."
Zhu Jiuming had not felt this deliberate need to ingratiate himself for a very long time. To say 'ingratiate' might be a bit harsh, but to please was definitely true.
"Old Zhu, at your age, you can still drink?"
Su Sheng's face bore a smile. He was known as the 'wine immortal' who claimed he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, never admitting to himself that he had ever been intoxicated.
"The tolerance I cultivated in my youth stays with me. I can certainly enjoy a few drinks without a problem."
Zhu Jiuming also saw the guests at this table. Aside from the lady sitting next to Su Sheng who was not bad, the rest were not on the same level, but as long as they were guests of Su Sheng, that made all the difference.
Thus, despite being over sixty and typically having others pour drinks for him, today he took the initiative to hold a wine glass, first pouring for Su Sheng and then even for other ordinary people.
