A small restaurant outside the Tianyuan residential complex.
Wu Jun, Xu Fei, and Wang Qidong sat together at a table.
Though the restaurant was small, it had all the essential dishes.
There were eight dishes on the table, all of them hearty: chicken, duck, fish, beef, lamb, and shrimp—six meat dishes and two cold appetizers.
Having gotten used to drinking Maotai recently, and not being a stingy person, Wu Jun had brought another bottle he'd pulled out from under his bed.
Looking at the table laden with food and the bottle of Maotai worth several thousand yuan, Wang Qidong felt his estimation of Wu Jun was still too low. He had thought that after working with Wu Jun all day and getting a glimpse of his hidden depths, he had already rated him highly enough.
'This Wu Jun has been running a small supermarket for over three years, and he's quietly become this loaded? He even drinks Maotai!'
