Zhang Tao nodded repeatedly. This time, he truly owed Chen Dashan a great favor, equivalent to a life-saving grace.
"Don't leave tonight, let's have dinner at my place!" Zhang Tao said repeatedly.
Chen Dashan looked at the old man. The old man nodded, waiting for this very sentence.
In the city government, even if Zhang Tao knew something, he wouldn't tell Chen Dashan. But at his home, it was different. Inviting you to his home meant he already regarded you as one of his own. He could speak freely.
In the evening, Zhang Tao wasn't stingy, arranging a table full of food and drinks.
"Mr. Chen, I won't call you Mr. Chen anymore. From now on, you are my brother Zhang Tao. I'll call you Brother Dashan. I won't say much in gratitude. Here, I'll toast this drink to you!" Zhang Tao raised his glass and downed it in one go!
"Brother Zhang, you are too polite. It's not about favors or anything; this is just what should be done." Chen Dashan also raised his glass and drank it.
