My NO.1 Mr.

Yan Qiting sat in the private room, raised his glass and clinked glasses with the people from Guotu, feeling a little surprised.

There is nothing surprising about this kind of scene of toasting, but he really didn't expect Cheng Du to have some skills. A classmate association actually dug out a series of connections, all of which are famous and respected people in City B, and one of them is Fang Zhimo. Yes, it is the higher-level person in charge of this land bidding.

Yan Qiting toasted frequently while chatting and laughing with everyone, but found that Fang Zhimo's gaze had been on Cheng Du who was beside him.

Yan Qiting felt strange, so he couldn't help paying more attention, and found that Fang Zhimo's eyes flickered when he blocked Cheng Du, and then moved to the dishes on the table.Looking at the attitudes of other people during the banquet, Yan Qiting felt a thump in his heart, and immediately helped Cheng Du block a few rounds of wine.

"Mr. Cheng, let's think of another way." Yan Qiting took advantage of the gap between going to the bathroom and pulled Cheng Du to the corridor outside.

He was indeed very concerned about this land bid, but he didn't want to sacrifice the looks of his subordinates to achieve his goal, and from Cheng Du's appearance, it seemed that he didn't know what Fang Zhimo was thinking.

Cheng Du was a little drunk at the moment, leaning on the guardrail with his elbows, looking at the lobby downstairs with a slightly long reflex arc, and said, "What's wrong? Why suddenly...?"

Yan Qiting wanted to say, didn't you see that the group of people at the banquet were all staring at you, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly didn't know how to start them.

"You listen to me, if they let you drink again later, you will pretend to be drunk." Yan Qiting has experience in dealing with this person, and no one will drink a person who is so drunk that he can't get up.

Cheng Du stood up, slipped his hand and staggered: "It's okay, I know."

The lobby of this hotel is six or seven meters high. Cheng Du's slippery hand frightened Yan Qiting enough, and he quickly grabbed him back: "Forget it, don't drink, I'll take you back."

"No... no, I'm not drunk." Cheng Du covered his mouth and frowned, "You go in first, Mr. Yan, I'll go to the bathroom."

Yan Qiting watched helplessly as the door of the compartment slammed shut, and turned back to the private room.

During the banquet, there was still a lot of drinking, and everyone was drunk, only Fang Zhimo's eyes were still calm and sober.

"Fang Chu, I'd like to toast you." Yan Qiting raised the wine to Fang Zhimo, "I've done it, you can do whatever you want."

Fang Zhimo picked up the cup, played with it for a while, and then raised his hand to Yan Qiting: "Boss Yan can do whatever he wants."

Yan Qiting raised his neck and drank the white wine in the small cup. Through the slits of his eyes, he saw Fang Zhimo take a sip from the rim of the cup and put it down again. The wine in the cup was not short at all, and the speculation in his heart became more serious.

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, Yan Qiting put down his cup, saw that the caller ID was Cheng Du, stood up and said to everyone: "Sorry, excuse me."

The few over there and Yan Qiting were familiar with each other, waved his hand and said: "President Yan is free, let's help ourselves, help ourselves."

Yan Qiting smiled, Fang Zhimo nodded, and walked to the outside corridor before answering the phone: "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Du didn't speak for a long time, Yan Qiting only heard a burst of rapid breathing.

Yan Qiting's nerves tightened all of a sudden: "What's wrong?"

"Boss Yan..." The other side said two words and stopped talking, and then Yan Qiting heard the sound of vomiting from there.

"What's the matter, you're so drunk and still say you're not drunk?" Yan Qiting didn't know Cheng Du's drinking capacity, and regretted not helping him hold back a few more drinks just now.

"Are you still in the bathroom just now?" Yan Qiting said as he walked, "Stay there and don't move, I'll come over right away."

Cheng Du vomited for a while, stood up in a daze, pressed the flush button on the toilet, and almost dropped the phone into the water because of his trembling fingers.

"Yes, I'm in...the third compartment...Sorry to trouble you." Cheng Du slowly sat down on the toilet seat, feeling the whole bathroom rolling.He couldn't help pressing the water tank again, because he was a little worried that the toilet would tip over on him, and the vomit in it would fly out and splash himself all over.

"What are you talking about, you did this for the company." Yan Qiting quickened his pace and walked towards the bathroom. When he reached the third cubicle, he heard the water being flushed inside.He thought Cheng Du had gone out, so he took out his cell phone and called him.

Cheng Du's tense, serious and lively "Turkish March" rang in the bathroom, Yan Qiting knocked on the door, and there was another round of flushing sound from inside, but no one answered.

Yan Qiting was very sure that the person was inside, and knocked on the door while shouting: "Cheng Du! What are you doing, Cheng Du? Open the door!" He put his ear on the door and listened carefully to the movement inside. Flushed a round of water.

Yan Qiting had no choice but to look up at the gap in the toilet compartment, thinking whether he could just jump over the wall and pass.

As soon as he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, the door opened from the inside.

Yan Qiting opened the door and took a look, his worried emotions were shattered with a bang, replaced by uncontrollable laughter.

Seeing Cheng Du firmly grasping the armrests on both sides with both hands, sitting on the toilet seat, Yan Qiting felt that this man was going to be wearing a dragon robe at this time, which might make people think that he was about to ascend the throne.

"Are you...?" Yan Qiting asked Cheng Du, suppressing a smile.

Cheng Du raised his head slightly, glanced at him, put his hand on his lips and let out a "shh".

Yan Qiting thought he wanted him to hear something, so he immediately shut up, and lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"

The water tank was filled with water, and there was a soft "bang". Cheng Du turned around slowly like a priest who was presiding over some kind of ceremony, put his index and middle fingers together, and slowly pressed one of the keys.

"Wow——" the water tank released the flood again, and Cheng Du raised one corner of his lips in satisfaction, pushed his glasses, and put his hand back on the armrest again.

Yan Qiting, who witnessed the whole process of this solemn ceremony, laughed until his stomach ached.

Yan Qiting managed to get the "Emperor" off the "Dragon Chair", took out the car key from his pocket, unlocked it, opened the door of the back seat, put the person on it, and then went back to the private room to deal with everyone .

Yan Qiting looked at him coldly, the man surnamed Han looked like a puppet, Fang Zhimo did whatever he wanted, and thought that it doesn't matter if there is no seat, as the other party may not be able to afford what the other party wants.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiting's offensive became more violent, just to get rid of the remaining three.

The one surnamed Han and the other attendant had long been overwhelmed with alcohol, laughed and played Tai Chi, and Fang Zhimo also seemed to be less interested, so the meal ended like this.

When the banquet was over, Fang Zhimo walked to the side of Yan Qiting, and casually asked, "Where's Cheng Du?"

Yan Qiting pressed the elevator button, said with a smile: "I said I drank a little too much, so I'm going back first."

Fang Zhimo snorted, "He left without saying hello."

Yan Qiting's smile was always elegant and kind, and he said calmly, "I'm sorry Fang Chu, I saw that he was very drunk, so I made an arbitrarily good idea to let him go back first. If Fang Chu doesn't feel happy, let's continue in another place." Stall?"

Fang Zhimo finally moved his forward-looking eyes, looked at Yan Qiting and said, "The relationship between President Yan and Tezhu Cheng seems to be very good."

Yan Qiting smiled and looked away: "It's just ordinary subordinates."

This sentence is ambiguous, especially the eyes that touch and split just right, Fang Zhimo's fists are obviously clenched.

Yan Qiting helped the sensor door of the escalator, and said to the three people: "Fang Chu, Han Ke, B2 is here, and my car is at B3, so I won't be far away."

Han Ke laughed and said, "Mr. Yan is really a good drinker with one against three. Xiao Zhu and I are almost at the end of the road. Let's drink like this next time, next time."

Fang Zhimo walked out of the elevator first, several people waved to each other, and after a few polite words, Yan Qiting closed the elevator door.

Before the elevator closed, Yan Qiting gave Fang Zhimo a friendly smile, and received a thoughtful look from the other party.

"Huh..." The elevator door finally closed, Yan Qiting pulled his tie and leaned against the car door.

No way.

Yan Qiting turned on Cheng Du's Touareg, and found that the man was sleeping properly, exactly the same as when he helped him into the car just now.He sat in the co-pilot, turned on the ventilation to change the alcohol in the car.

The phone rang, it was Old Zhao.He reported the parking space number to Old Zhao, leaned back in the chair and narrowed his eyes.

Someone knocked on the car window, Yan Qiting opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

"President Yan, what a coincidence." As soon as the car window was rolled down, Xiang Fei couldn't wait to put his hand on the window string.

"Why is Boss Xiang here? What are you busy with these days? I can't find anyone in your company." Yan Qiting pressed his eyebrows, remembering the way this person left as soon as he said he had left last time, it really matched the smiling look now Not above.

"What are you busy with? Nothing." Xiang Fei clicked on the car window, walked around to the other side and got into the cab: "Waiting for the driver?"

"Well," Yan Qiting saw that Xiang Fei stepped on the brake and pressed the start button, and asked, "Why, Mr. Xiang changed his career to become a substitute driver?"

"Yeah, after all, I'm a decathlete." Xiang Fei smiled and approached, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Yan Qiting's heart moved, and he avoided it slightly: "Mr. Xiang didn't drink?"

Xiang Fei was stunned when he heard the words, and said casually, "Ah, I was just passing by."

Yan Qiting snorted: "Those who pass by can still pass by the parking lot, this is the first time I've heard of it."

Xiang Fei chuckled: "Why, what does Mr. Yan think I'm here for?"

Seeing that Xiang Fei was really planning to drive, Yan Qiting put on his seat belt, switched on his cell phone and called Lao Zhao to tell him not to use it.

"I don't care what Mr. Xiang is here for," Yan Qiting hung up the phone and pointed to the back seat, "Send him back first, his home is on Zhiwei Road."

"It's fine to send it back, and then?" Xiang Fei said while driving, "The driver exits, and the protagonist enters the stage?"

Yan Qiting put away his mobile phone, turned his head and said, "Why do I feel that these words smell a bit sour."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Xiang, who had been missing for several days, appeared. What did he do?Anyway, it's definitely not doing good deeds...