The Game of Global Mining

In this socially dead environment, Chun's heart was in a state of panic.

He vaguely recalled the feeling of giving a speech in front of thousands during middle school and being so nervous that he couldn't speak.

Chun's first instinct was to be on guard, not to look for relatives, but enemies—then his wish came true as he locked eyes with President Hou's surprised and imposing gaze! It wasn't just President Hou; two of his former department colleagues were also staring at him more astonishedly.

Chun felt out of control. Originally, he planned to ignore it, but now that he had made eye contact, moving away was no longer an option!

Looking away meant losing!

Not only could he not look away, but he also had to go over and sit with them. After all, they were colleagues from the same company, so it was natural to sit at the same table!

In the end, it was his own stubborn pride that got him here. Always wanting to rely on his abilities and not letting Xiaoqin's family look down on him, he never mentioned her uncle, or he didn't know how awesome Xiaoqin's uncle was... Otherwise, how would he have dared to fire me?

Chun walked to the table with a serious expression, only to find it full and without a seat.

This was an embarrassing moment because his seat was actually with the relatives.

Then, let's boldly grab a seat.

Six security guards had already surrounded the table, ready to take action, making the scene instantly tense. Chun lightly tapped the shoulder of some unknown boss sitting next to President Hou—with that tap, Chun clearly felt the man shudder all over.

Doesn't it feel like the moment you're unexpectedly called out of a meeting? This shudder boosted Chun's confidence!

"I have something to discuss with President Hou."

The astute boss quickly moved aside, startled: "Sit, sit, sit!"

At this moment, the second uncle, who was in charge of hosting the event, snapped back and shouted to the emcee: "Continue, continue!"

Then he rushed over to arrange a new seat for that boss.

The commotion continued throughout the venue, with Chun sitting down steadily.

His former colleague at the side couldn't hold it anymore: "Ding—"

Chun sternly gestured to interrupt: "Don't ask—just drink!"

As the table wasn't yet served, there were two bottles of Wuliangye and some drinks.

Chun immediately opened a bottle, steadily pouring full glasses for President Hou and his two former colleagues, then poured a small glass for himself.

Raising his glass casually, Chun said: "About the terminal machine purchase that President Hou made back then, I think there was an issue—"

President Hou's face turned grim. Chun immediately paused, "But it's no big deal—let's drink! I'll down this first as a show of respect! But since it's a business occasion, I can't drink too much!"

Chun had made up his mind. If they refuse to drink and don't cooperate with my act, I'll really have to report them, because otherwise, my life will be a tangled mess, with no peace at heart!

Though he had no evidence, these matters needed no evidence; an investigation would certainly find something, as executives and bosses were never on the same side!

Just then, a boss beside them couldn't sit still any longer and stood up: "Well, I've got something to do; I'll be leaving first..."

The other bosses followed suit, standing up as well: "I have something too..."

In a blink of an eye, only Chun, his three companions, and the six security guards were left at the table, with the whole venue buzzed with strange whispers.

Chun felt a bit of a chill running down his spine. Was this considered ruining his uncle's event?

But with a sip of alcohol, Chun's courage soared as he threw caution to the wind: "What's up, President Hou? Fine, I'll propose another toast! Cheng and Li, you two drink on behalf of President Hou, I'll go first!"

So he poured himself another small glass, and with a firm gaze, declared: "Down it! Cheers!"

President Hou woodenly stood up—Chun immediately pressed him down! Two security guards also stepped forward to form an enclosing stance.

The whole venue erupted in an uproar!!

Trying to escape? With my hold, this act is cemented! The mess is already here, might as well take full advantage!

Chun then waved a hand at the entire venue, chuckling softly: "It's fine, it's fine, just drinking. President Hou's drinking capacity isn't that great and wants to leave!"

Cheng couldn't hold it anymore: "I'll down it!"

Li, visibly frightened, followed suit: "Cheers!!"

Inside, Chun was laughing hysterically. These two quirky guys are really something, huh!

"That's more like it!"

Chun continued to fill their glasses, poured himself another small amount, then started rambling: "President Hou, I've always thought the Bayer Company's goods were not good... come, let's clink!"

President Hou raised his glass woodenly, tilted his head back, and drank it all!

Wahahaha!

President Hou grimly said: "There's work at the company, can I leave now?"

Why ask me for permission on this matter? Like I care, wahahaha~~~

Chun chuckled: "Cheng and Li, your glasses are full, drink up before leaving!"

The two quirky fellows didn't hesitate and downed another shot!

Wahahaha, they really want to leave!

Chun immediately stood up: "I'll escort President Hou a bit!"

President Hou suppressed an inexplicable emotion: "No need!"

Chun, with a firm and powerful tone, insisted: "I must! After you, please!"

Thus, the six security guards escorted Chun and President Hou's party out of the restaurant's main hall doors, with four gate guards falling into formation behind them, sounds of astonishment ringing out from behind!

They then arrived at the parking lot, where President Hou, looking at the two security vehicles parked nearby, cast a meaningful yet perplexed glance at Chun.

Chun, maintaining his momentum without flinching, said: "President Hou, fare thee well! Need a designated driver?"

President Hou replied dully: "No need!"

Watching President Hou and his companions drive away, Chun finally let out a long breath. In life, when one's mind is clear, everything falls into place!

Chun could imagine how explosive the scene in the hall would be at the moment, especially with other people from society present. It was impossible for him to go back inside to continue the meal, so he decided to leave. He'd return later.

Chun then said to the security: "Thanks for your hard work, guys. We're leaving too."

The security captain asked: "Shall we take you home, sir?"

"No, to the internet cafe."

Home? The thought made Chun's scalp tingle. With such a performance, who knew how furious Xiaoqin would be.

In the car, Chun dug out his phone and opened the family group chat, just as expected, it was as explosive as could be!

"Brother-in-law, are you done with the show? Why aren't you back for dinner?"

Xiaoqin: "I don't know!"

"Sis, isn't it possible that this isn't even a show!?"

"I mean, I wanted to laugh at first, but couldn't after brother-in-law walked in! It felt just like the discipline commission catching someone!"

"I say, maybe brother-in-law is actually the mysterious Brother Chun from the National Security's secret Dragon Team!"

"What nonsense, it's just a performance, don't take it seriously!"

"Yes, yes, yes, not taking it seriously, nothing happened, hahaha!"

Chun, drenched in sweat as his drunkenness wore off...

Finally, they arrived at the internet cafe.

Since life was already a performance, he might as well act it out to the end.

Once more gathering his demeanor, Chun walked into the internet cafe without looking back.

The little sister at the counter greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Brother Chun!"

Chun smiled lightly: "Quite the reception!"

The gaming gods cheered in delight: "Brother Chun came back so soon!"

"The village defense battle is getting really intense now..."

Truthfully, Chun had no interest in focusing on the game now; he just wanted to slip into a private room and secretly call Xiaoqin: "Fine, I've had too much to drink. Brothers, keep it up!"

Returning to the private room, he made the call, only to find Xiaoqin bursting with anger: "The seats are cleared, where are you?"

Chun chuckled wryly: "I'll be back later."

Xiaoqin, furious: "Relatives are asking around for you; perhaps it's better if you go to the company instead, and don't come back for a week."

Chun, stunned: "A week?"

"Yes, I'm so mad my periods came, isn't that a week?"

Alright, alright...