Dinner party! The drunken Muge

The two girls laughing were Chen Li and Qian Fei.

"Xiao Wang, it's obvious that Mr. Muge has a dinner engagement tonight, and it's a high-end one!"

"So he really doesn't care about your snack stall!"

Chen Li and Qian Fei echoed each other's words, and then Qian Fei joked, "Mr. Muge, can we crash your dinner tonight? I want to eat lobster and abalone too!" Chen Li chimed in eagerly.

"Sisters, I'm just crashing the dinner myself. How dare I bring anyone else?" Muge said.

Qian Fei retorted, "Liar, you earn so much in a month, but you never treat us. So stingy!"

After hearing Qian Fei's words, Wang Wei's eyes lit up.

"Hey, Xiao Fei, Li Jie, how about we go grab some skewers together tonight? I'll arrange it; I promise you'll be satisfied!"

"No way, we can eat that anywhere!"

"Exactly, it has no ambiance at all!"

Well, Wang Wei felt extremely embarrassed. At the same time, he looked at Muge and thought to himself: Damn, I'm the one treating them to dinner, but they don't want to go with me. Yet they're all eager to go with Muge even though he's not treating. What am I missing here?

Muge checked the time. "It's almost time to work. I'm going back to the office!"

After that, Muge left, and Wang Wei and the others looked at him with envy. They all sighed, thinking to themselves that he was so powerful. Which department manager wouldn't want to ingratiate themselves with him now?

Recently, the stocks, securities, and futures he recommended had all made a killing!

Back in his office, Muge also traded some futures.

When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Muge checked and saw that he had earned another 1 million yuan in commissions today.

He felt elated!

Just then, the CFO, Xu, pushed open the door to Muge's office.

"Muge, are you still busy? Come on, let's go eat. We're all waiting for you!"

"Okay, let's go. They're all about to leave!"

Upon hearing this, Muge checked the time and asked, "Why didn't anyone notify me earlier?"

"Everyone saw you were busy with futures and didn't dare to disturb you. I saw that you had finished your transactions and registered your earnings, so I came to find you," Xu explained.

"Alright," Muge said as he turned off his computer, grabbed his briefcase, and left with Xu.

The two chatted as they walked.

"Muge, you're really good. You've earned over 1 million in commissions again today. Your salary plus commissions have exceeded 60 million this month!" Xu said with a smile.

As the company's CFO, she had access to everyone's financial records and could see each employee's earnings and commissions clearly.

"It's okay," Muge said with a smile. Soon, they arrived at the underground garage. Muge's Mercedes E was still being repaired, so he had to drive his A7 instead. Xu knew they were having dinner together tonight, so she didn't drive and decided to ride with Muge.

Xu's name was Xu Jiao, and she was a strong and capable woman. At 33 years old, she held the position of CFO in the company.

After getting into the car, Xu couldn't help but exclaim, "You are truly the most talented financier I have ever met. I think even Mr. Jiang is slightly inferior to you."

"By the way, Muge, do you have a girlfriend?"

Muge didn't answer directly but asked instead, "Why, Sister Xu, are you going to introduce someone to me?"

Knowing that Xu was already married, Muge figured she was probably trying to set him up with someone.

"Haha, yes! I have many high-quality female friends. Would you consider it?" Xu asked.

"Are there any as beautiful as you, Sister Xu?" Muge complimented her skillfully.

As expected, Xu was pleased to hear this and laughed happily.

"Oh no, I'm the prettiest one in my group of friends!" she said proudly.

"That's really a shame," Muge responded with a smile.

Muge smiled and said.

"It's okay. If you really like my type, I'll divorce your brother-in-law tomorrow!"

Muge was amused and said, "Stop joking, Xu. My brother-in-law is a special forces soldier. I want to live a few more years!"

Xu laughed and said, "Look at you, you're such a wimp!"

The two chatted and laughed all the way to the dinner venue, a private club called "Foodism" that required advance reservations. It was a well-known private kitchen in Hangzhou.

When they arrived, they saw Jiang Yanfei chatting happily with everyone. It seemed that she was in a good mood today.

When the executives and shareholders saw Muge, they all greeted him warmly. This was mainly because Muge's recent achievements had been too impressive.

His appointment as vice president at such a young age had initially raised some concerns among the shareholders, but his subsequent performance had silenced any doubts. They now believed that he was more than qualified for the position.

Muge handled the social interactions with ease, further impressing the shareholders. They were determined not to let such a talented individual be poached by another company.

As a result, Muge became the center of attention at the dinner. Everyone praised his abilities, his emotional intelligence, and even his appearance. To their surprise, Muge seemed to enjoy the flattery.

Jiang Yanfei watched proudly as everyone praised her boyfriend. She raised a glass of red wine and said to Muge, "Come on, Muge, let's toast!"

"Sure," he replied, and they clinked their glasses meaningfully.

However, as the drinking continued, Muge felt himself getting drunk. "Um, Mr. Wang, can I have a few bites of food before we drink more?" he asked, burying his face in his rice bowl.

Jiang Yanfei smiled at his antics. She couldn't help but admire his ability to handle the situation and charm everyone at the table.

After a few more rounds of drinks, Jiang Yanfei could see that Muge was struggling. She proposed a final toast and then bid farewell to everyone.

Outside, she helped the drunken Muge to his feet, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her legs and refused to let go. Embarrassed and exasperated, Jiang Yanfei tried to pry his hands loose, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let go, Muge! People are watching!" she hissed, but he just clung to her tighter, even falling asleep with his mouth open and drooling on her leg.

Jiang Yanfei felt like she was in the middle of a social disaster. People were staring, and she just wanted the ground to swallow her up. Finally, a security guard came and carried Muge to her car.

She called a designated driver and directed him to take them to her place. What else could she do? She couldn't just leave him like that.

As they drove, she looked down at the man sprawled across her lap and sighed. What had she gotten herself into with this boyfriend of hers?