With his constitution, Chen Yansen could have downed baijiu like it was plain water, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he reminded the three to have the administration department keep an eye on things. Drinking was fine, but no one should drink themselves to death.
At last year's annual parties for Pinbei and Orange Technology, several hotheads had drunk so much they ended up in the hospital on IV drips.
Since Senlian Capital's controlled subsidiaries didn't offer year-end bonuses, the annual party's raffle became the final employee benefit of the year, making every banquet hall exceptionally lively.
Several boxes were filled with gleaming gold, with dozens of pounds given away in one go.
After dealing with a group of subordinates offering toasts, Chen Yansen went to the rooftop garden alone, leaning against the railing as the wind blew.
