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"No," Di Mingzhe said with a light smile, "don't talk like that, we're all friends here. Since we are friends, there's no need for such formality."
Alvin nodded, clearly pleased, and bluntly said, "In that case, I'll still toast individually. This cup is to honor the Vice President, no objections, Commander?"
"I'm easygoing," Di Mingchen laughed, expressing a friendly attitude as well.
"Good," Alvin agreed heartily, lifting his glass, and said forthrightly, "To friends."
"To friends," Di Mingzhe also curved his lips up, straightforwardly downing a large cup of red wine without a word.
Alvin was taken aback, then burst into laughter, giving a thumbs-up, "Your Excellency has a great capacity for alcohol."
"You flatter me," Di Mingzhe nodded slightly, teasingly.
Alvin was in high spirits, filled another glass, stood up, and raised it to Di Mingchen, "To the Empire's Commander-in-Chief, I've long admired your reputation."