"The company only has so much Maotai, and it's all for entertaining VIPs. That Zhao Rui is just some wet-behind-the-ears kid. Why would we give him Maotai? Is a 300-plus yuan bottle of liquor not good enough for him?"
Han Chao felt awkward. He'd misunderstood Li Yang. When Li Yang told him to bring a couple of bottles of good liquor, he'd thought he meant Maotai. It turned out Li Yang was just saying it for show.
"President Li, Zhao Rui and I both thought it was going to be Maotai..."
Li Yang understood instantly. This idiot must have let it slip. If there was no Maotai tonight, the whole dinner would be a waste. Zhao Rui would definitely be unhappy.
'Oh well. I've already spent so much money, what's the cost of these last two bottles of liquor?'
After signing, he tossed the form to Han Chao. "You fucking... Don't go wild the second I give you some leeway. Save money where you can. Business is tough right now, and money isn't easy to make."
"Yes, Boss. I understand."
