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After a while, Zheng Xitong put down his phone, still wearing that smile. That kind of confident aura of a big boss really couldn't be mimicked easily; it seemed like he was born with the smile of a tiger.

"All right, everything's arranged. Come on, Xiao Liu, drink!"

What could Liu Zhizhong say? He immediately picked up his glass and clinked it with Third Uncle Zheng's, chuckling...

There's nothing we can do to stop it. That arrogant Zhang Hongyang definitely needs to be taken down a peg, or else he won't learn his lesson.

He and Zheng Xitong drank their night beers, eating the exquisite side dishes that came with the drinks, enjoying the breeze, the moon, and the scent of flowers, chatting about this and that, feeling rather content.

Whatever, let's enjoy life first. When Zheng Xitong wants to ask for something, he'll naturally bring it up.

Not long after, Zheng Xitong really did get to the main point.