"Idiot, fool!"
In the end, Lu Yuansong just cursed a couple of times, then turned around and headed toward the private room.
Lu Chen, who flinched and stood there, appeared somewhat bewildered.
No, Dad, at the very least, you should tell me what to do now.
...
In the classically styled private room, a glass lamp hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the entire space brightly and warmly.
Accompanied by the faint sound of music, Lu Conglin’s enthusiastic greetings frequently echoed.
"Come, come, Mr. Zhou, everyone, have a taste of this ’Three-ways Precious Crab,’ it’s the specialty here..."
Lu Conglin probably timed it well because the kitchen served the dishes very quickly. Every dish came in two identical portions, symmetrically placed on both sides of the table, to avoid the awkwardness of passing dishes around as much as possible.
Although Zhou Wang was the guest of honor, he didn’t just focus on Zhou Wang but tried to cater to the emotions of every guest at the table. Even with Su Yajing, Lu Conglin found several topics to chat with her about, showing utmost respect in his words.
Zhou Wang couldn’t help but sigh. Among the peers around him, when it came to social interactions, Zhang Zhiyuan was already outstanding, but compared to Lu Conglin, he seemed quite naïve.
"Mr. Lu, I truly owe you a toast, not for anything else, but because staying at ’Spring Eye’ has been genuinely comfortable, so I must toast to that..."
Seeing Lu Conglin raise his glass for the third time, about to speak to him again, Zhou Wang quickly stopped him, lifted his own glass first, and said sincerely.
"Hahaha, well, if our work receives Mr. Zhou’s approval, not to mention one glass, even three are not a problem... But Mr. Zhou, I always feel that we’re being too formal like this."
"What do you mean by ’formal’?"
Zhou Wang was taken aback.
"Think about it, the house you stay in was built by us, the housekeeper serving you was sent by us. According to the law, this relationship must last at least 40 years, 40 years! Many relatives don’t last 40 years!"
Lu Conglin chuckled and said, "So with us always going ’Mr. Zhou’ and ’Mr. Lu,’ don’t you think it’s too formal?"
Zhou Wang understood the implication behind the words and immediately laughed, "It’s indeed formal. If Mr. Lu doesn’t mind, I will call you Brother in the future."
"I’ve long been waiting to hear that, hahaha, come on, my dear brother, let’s drink this one together and not say who’s toasting whom!"
As Lu Conglin laughed and clinked glasses with Zhou Wang, everyone’s expressions at the table varied.
Tang Yiming and Ruan Jinghong exchanged glances with each other, both feeling admiration but also a bit relieved.
Damn, Brother Dog has once again "leveled up in social circles."
Luckily, they weren’t Lu Conglin’s juniors, otherwise, they might have ended up like Young Master Zhang, having to call Zhou Wang "Uncle."
The video "BSK Gathering Young Master Zhang Calling Uncle Live" personally shot by Guo Bing had already become an eternal black mark for Young Master Zhang. Although under Zhang’s life-threatening threats, Guo Bing eventually withdrew the video from the group...
They all saved it quietly.
Just to save face for Young Master Zhang, they all pretended not to have seen it.
On the other side, Zhang Ruifeng, who’s daydreaming, and still anxious Lu Chen, both had faces turning green.
Especially Lu Chen, weren’t you and my second uncle becoming sworn brothers, so what does that make me?
Lu Chen hadn’t yet figured out what to do. He just saw that Zhou Wang seemed to have really let him off, so he planned to continue pretending to be an ostrich.
However, at this moment, when Zhou Wang and Lu Conglin had both put down their glasses, Lu Yuansong, who had been quietly accompanying but hadn’t actively started any topics, suddenly stood up with the decanter.
"Mr. Zhou, you don’t have to drink. I’m toasting you!"
After saying this, even before Zhou Wang could react, Lu Yuansong had already raised the full decanter of liquor and drank it all in one go.
The decanter held about two ounces. Lu Yuansong’s sudden action not only stunned Zhou Wang but also surprised everyone else at the table.
Perhaps because he drank too quickly, Lu Yuansong staggered a bit, his face instantly turning red.
"Dad..."
Caught off guard, Lu Chen wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Lu Yuansong’s stern look and had to stay frozen in place.
After glancing at his son, Lu Yuansong turned to Zhou Wang and smiled again.
"Mr. Zhou, I’ve learned a bit about the conflicts between my son and you. Of course, it’s possible that Lu Chen didn’t tell me the whole truth, but anyway, I believe the fault is his. This glass is for my apology on his behalf; if Mr. Zhou still feels it’s not enough, I will toast you another one..."
After a self-deprecating smile, Lu Yuansong gritted his teeth and picked up the Moutai on the table, about to pour it into the decanter again.
No one at the table spoke, including the expressionless Lu Conglin, while Zhou Wang, after coming to his senses, stood up with a smile, stopping Lu Yuansong from pouring the liquor.
"Mr. Yuansong, you’re being too serious."
Zhou Wang held Lu Yuansong’s arm and thought for a moment, then said, "Lu Chen and I indeed did not have a good relationship in school. There was a brief unpleasant encounter during our last meeting, and some of his actions bothered me afterward. I admit that."
"Mr. Zhou..."
"Mr. Yuansong, let me finish."
Zhou Wang smiled and interrupted Lu Yuansong, who wanted to say something. "I wouldn’t say I’m magnanimous, but just because of your sincerity in that glass, I feel that any grudges should be resolved."
"No, no, Mr. Zhou, although I’m not very familiar with things like short videos, since Lu Chen spent money to trouble you, it certainly caused you some loss. How about this, Mr. Zhou, name a figure, and I’ll transfer the money to you immediately as compensation for your loss..."