He was thick-skinned, could drink anyone under the table, ignored every insult, and was favored by the class beauty. Even more annoying was the fact that he owned a house and a car with no mortgage—putting him ahead of many others.
Zhu Yun looked at Zhao Tiezhu, whose hide was as thick as a city wall, and felt a sudden sense of dread. If he were to livestream this dinner, it would be nauseating. He had to maintain an air of magnanimity and open-mindedness; he couldn't afford to be tough until he had secured their cooperation.
Suppressing the urge to curse, Zhu Yun raised his glass, took a sip, and said, "I don't have much of a head for alcohol, so I’ll just have a little."
Chapter 503