7

In order to make herself look more professional, Song Wanyue changed her clothes.

The white shirt with a ruffled collar is neatly tucked into the black skirt, showing off her slim figure.

The ten-centimeter high heels made her already well-proportioned figure look even taller.

Every inch and every place is so beautiful and exquisite that it is hard to take your eyes away.

Vice President Liu stood up with a smile and introduced everyone: "This is the person I just told you about. Let's talk about an intern who just came here. She is still young and fresh, just turned 23 years old, and graduated not long ago. She majored in law."

These words were like introducing a commodity placed on the counter, waiting to be sold.

Song Wanyue glanced at Sister Wu next to her and instantly understood everything.

The huge box is filled with industry elites and top figures.

There were even quite a few people that Song Wanyue felt were familiar to her.

Although I can't remember his name, he is a familiar face on the financial channels.

I think today's scene is not small.

A new intern like her is not qualified to participate.

Sister Wu pulled her sleeves down and reminded her in a low voice: "Don't offend anyone who is here today. Please control your usual pampered attitude."

Song Wanyue asked her in return: "When did the Legal Department become responsible for drinking? Sister Wu, what are the new terms you set?"

The girl had a sweet voice and spoke in a soft tone, but soft knives hurt the most.

This subtle but obvious sarcasm made even a workplace veteran like Sister Wu feel a little embarrassed.

Not to mention Song Wanyue, even she was not qualified to attend a dinner of this level.

The fact that Vice President Liu was willing to let her come showed that he was intentionally giving her some advice.

Just being promoted from the branch office was already a big start in her career.

Everyone present at today's dinner is of great importance.

Any one of them is capable of changing the financial situation with just a stomp of their feet.

If she performs well and makes more connections, it will be a huge turning point in her career.

She was afraid that Song Wanyue would ruin her good fortune, so she reminded her again and again.

They were not the only two girls in the box, one of them also brought her own female companion.

They were all pretty faces, sitting between the seats, acting as vases for decoration.

After Song Wanyue sat down reluctantly, Vice President Liu said with a malicious smile: "Mr. Huang, I didn't lie to you, didn't I? Isn't this girl prettier than the little internet celebrity you brought here? She's young, all natural, more exciting to play with, and more interesting."

These words were obviously insulting, but they made everyone in the box laugh.

Only Song Wanyue's expression looked extremely ugly.

What does it mean to be more exciting and more fun to play?

What do you take her for?

She felt the other person's eyes scanning her body: "You are not in the same league at all. Twenty-three years old, have you graduated?"

The latter sentence was asked to Song Wanyue.

No one started eating at the table and the seat of honor was still empty, probably because the main character had not arrived yet.

I don't know who he is, but he has such a powerful background and such a great reputation.

Seeing that Song Wanyue didn't answer, Sister Wu reminded her: "Mr. Huang is asking you a question."

Song Wanyue replied perfunctorily: "Also half a year."

She didn't pretend, her naturally soft voice made people's ears numb.

The reason why she was asked to come here today was not to accompany them.

The main person had not yet arrived, and dinner arrangements were made again and again before the other party finally condescended to spare thirty minutes of his time.

Even though the people in the box were of prominent backgrounds, they were still inferior compared to him.

They are all smart people, and they know in their hearts that the other party is willing to nod this time, partly because it is convenient.

Secondly, I was so annoyed that I wanted to take this opportunity to deal with it all perfunctorily.

Since returning to China, I have received many invitations, and piles of invitation letters have been sent home.

Young men from aristocratic families are not worldly-wise and tactful people, and most of them are arrogant. It's normal to look down on them.

But opportunities are up to you to fight for.

Everyone wants to give it a try. After all, as long as you get his nod, it will be just a matter of time before you become the top figure in the financial world in the future.

Vice President Liu, who is used to bullying others in the company, is at best a humble younger brother here.

Let Song Wanyue go to Huang Heng to toast and introduce his identity, hoping to scare her: "This is Mr. Huang from Jufeng Bank."

Song Wanyue had heard of him before. He was not an ordinary person and might be able to scare an ordinary intern.

But she has seen people with greater backgrounds before. In front of Duan Baiting, this person's presence is, at best, as small as a fingernail.

Song Wanyue smiled and declined politely, "Sorry, I can't drink much."

She spoke slowly, and even her smile was obviously perfunctory, just a little bit on her face.

But the curves at the ends of the eyes and the corners of the lips are still eye-catching.

He is young, just out of school, and is obviously very well protected by his family. His eyes are clear and moist, and when he looks at people, he looks like a cunning and clever fox.

The group of people in the box loved this the most, especially after hearing that she couldn't drink much, they became even more interested.

The disgusting drinking culture is about enjoying the pleasure of others' obedience.

The less able you are to drink, the more he will try to get you drunk in order to prove his supreme power and status.

Song Wanyue undoubtedly became the victim at this moment.

"How can you go out without being able to hold your liquor? You have to practice your alcohol tolerance slowly." It was clearly the caring tone of an elder, but his eyes were filled with desire. Look at her from head to toe.

The length of the skirt is just above the knee, revealing just half of the thigh, which is white and straight.

It's not too thin, but has a bit of fleshiness/sensuality, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

He deliberately mixed foreign liquor with white liquor and handed the wine glass to her, "Considering that our Xiao Wanyue is a newcomer and doesn't often attend such dinners, drink less today."

The moment the wine glass came close to her, Song Wanyue frowned at the pungent smell of alcohol.

After drinking this cup, she can sleep from today to tomorrow night.

It's almost as big as the capacity of a coffee cup, so can it still be called drinking less?

Her eldest daughter's temper flared up and she refused to give in: "I told you, I can't drink, and I don't want to drink."

Huang Heng was a well-known smiling tiger. He had a kind and gentle face, but he was good at stabbing people with a knife while smiling.

He hates it most when others offend him in public.

What's more, the other party is still a little girl.

He smiled calmly: "If you don't want to drink, I will naturally find a way to make you drink."

Although Song Wanyue was wearing a smart royal sister outfit, she did not have any experience that came with her age.

Even when those peach blossom eyes are not smiling, you can see faint bags under their eyes, which adds a bit of childishness.

Her originally clear and fair skin had become a little pink after being cooped up in the private room for too long.

She raised her eyelashes and looked at him, not afraid of his threat at all.

The eldest daughter who has been spoiled since childhood has no lack of this kind of confidence.

She also smiled: "Except marrying someone I don't like. No one has ever forced me to do something I don't like since I was a child."

The atmosphere in the box was too tense, so no one cared about the "marrying someone she doesn't like" in her words.

Huang Heng was too lazy to endure it anymore. He signaled with his eyes, and the bodyguard who was originally staying behind pressed Song Wanyue's shoulder with one hand.

He put the glass to her lips and was about to drink it.

Although there were other people in the box, they were all sitting there watching the fun and no one had any intention of stepping forward to help.

Song Wanyue was stunned by this scene. She didn't expect that the method the other party mentioned would be so despicable and inferior.

The eldest lady has a temper, but she is also timid.

She was angry and scared.

If Sister Wu hadn't stopped them in front, they would have succeeded.

Song Wanyue hid behind Sister Wu, trying hard to hold back the redness in her eyes. She had never suffered such an injustice in her life.

I was working properly, but for no apparent reason I was called to accompany drinking, for no apparent reason I was teased and humiliated, and now I have to force myself to drink.

But she was unwilling to let the other party get his wish. If she really cried, wouldn't she be laughed at?

I bit my lips until they bled before I could hold back my tears.

However, those people had no intention of stopping, as if she had to drink this glass of wine today.

When Sister Wu was pushed open, the door of the box also opened.

The constant temperature system makes the indoor temperature slightly higher than outside. The moment the door opens, the coolness from outside the corridor seeps in.

And the faint scent of sandalwood.

The pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol seemed to become less unpleasant.

The man was wearing a dark grey coat with a double-breasted suit of the same colour underneath. The fabric was stiff and wide, and it was tailored for his body, making him look cool and noble.

He took off his coat and handed it to the person beside him, loosening his tie with his slender fingers.

His hawk-like eyes swept across the mess on the table.

The metal buttons of his shirt glowed with a cool light, just like his eyes at the moment.

There is no emotion at all, and the emotions are so weak that they can be ignored.

It wasn't until his eyes met the frightened face that his expression began to change.

The little girl who used to be spoiled and arrogant has now lost her bright color.

His eyes were still red, obviously frightened, his pupils were dilated, and he was staring blankly there.

I didn't even notice he was coming.

Huang Heng stepped forward to explain, saying with a smile: "The little girl is ignorant and was afraid of offending Mr. Duan, so she was taught a lesson. I'll ask someone to change the box."

Duan Baiting had already walked to Song Wanyue's side, and when he heard Huang Heng's words, he paused and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The person who usually keeps his emotions secret has even changed his expression.

The voice was so cold that it seemed as if it had seeped out from a glacier that had existed for thousands of years.

The temperature in the box dropped again and again.

"Who did you just say you taught a lesson to?"