章節 97: Chapter 97: Where the water is too clear, there are no fish_1

Zhou Jicang was unpretentious and witty in his speech, and following his toast, the atmosphere in the banquet hall reached its climax.

In other words, the real mingling had begun.

Guests began carrying their wine glasses around, seizing the opportunity to drink with those they had long wanted to meet but never had the chance. Regardless of the outcome, at least they could familiarize faces.

The table where Xiao Ming sat was the most revered in the room, and common folk wouldn't dare approach it. Yet, there were no shortage of individuals qualified to toast to Zhou Jicang and the like, and nobody was foolish enough to leave Xiao Ming out.

Thus, after a dozen or so rounds, even with Xiao Ming's decent tolerance, he became somewhat tipsy and noticeably more excited.