Chapter 1264 - 809: Bullshit "Three Cups of Self-Punishment

"Director Zhang, I'm really sorry, I'm late, I'm late."

A suave man pushed open the door and immediately put on a full smile, even showing a hint of humility in his posture.

"I was just getting onto the highway when I received your call, turned around at the nearest intersection to rush back, but still arrived late."

The suave man quickly walked to the table, gently smiled at Du Heng and Director Zhao, and familiarly picked up the glass on the table, pouring himself a full cup.

"Director Zhang, as a token of respect, I'll penalize myself with three glasses."

The suave man handled the scene smoothly, both his actions and words showing respect for Zhang Shiping, providing both substance and appearances.

Just as he picked up the glass and was about to drink it in one go, Zhang Shiping suddenly stopped him, "No, please don't."

The suave man watched Zhang Shiping raise a hand to stop him and then looked at Zhang Shiping's calm expression; he couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

Damn, initially thought this was a paying-the-bill gathering, but how does it look like a Hongmen Banquet now?

The suave man's expression remained unchanged, but his mind began to race, thinking about recent events, wondering where he might have offended Zhang Shiping.

Who is Zhang Shiping?

The director overseeing the cosmetics industry, someone who is more important than his own father.

But after thinking it over, he couldn't figure out what he did wrong to offend Zhang Shiping.

In an instant, his gaze swept over Du Heng and Gu Qinghong's faces.

He didn't look at Director Zhao because he knew him.

Just as he was about to consider the relationship between these two and Zhang Shiping, Zhang Shiping calmly said, "Mr. Ma, my wine is too crude, I wouldn't dare offend a benefactor like you."

Zhang Shiping put down the chopsticks in his hand, placed both hands over his lower abdomen, and slightly leaned back, "Put it down quickly, if this bad wine chokes you and you end up having someone pour acid on me or have a drunk driver hit me, I'd suffer a great loss."

As he spoke, Zhang Shiping once again signaled to the suave man, "Put it down, hurry and put it down."

The suave man listened to Zhang Shiping's calm words, and suddenly felt a surge of urine urgency, the glass in his hand even slightly shook.

As for the smile on his face, it had turned awkward from the initial composure.

Meanwhile, Du Heng, who had been eating with his head down, slightly looked at Zhang Shiping.

In the few interactions he had with Zhang Shiping, Zhang Shiping always seemed bold and forthright, but unexpectedly, this kind of person turned out to be an enigmatic master.

Mr. Ma, called by this name, awkwardly smiled, steadied the glass in his hand, and said with an apologetic smile, "Director Zhang, what are you talking about?

I wouldn't dare do such a thing even if I had the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard."

While speaking, Mr. Ma's body lowered slightly, and his smile became even more servile, "Director Zhang, my respect for you is profound.

If I did anything wrong, say it and I will definitely change."

Zhang Shiping crossed his arms, looking at Mr. Ma indifferently, without speaking or showing any expression.

And in this silence, beads of sweat started to appear at Mr. Ma's temples, the hand holding the glass began to tremble again.

After pausing for quite a while, Zhang Shiping glanced at the glass in Mr. Ma's hand and then looked at Du Heng and the others, "Is this called a 'small handless wine cup'?"

Du Heng was a bit baffled, not understanding what Zhang Shiping meant.

Gu Qinghong just gave it a glance, then indifferently continued eating.

And Director Zhao slightly widened his eyes.

The quickest to react was Mr. Ma, who was still bent over holding the small handless wine cup.

Hearing Zhang Shiping's words, he immediately responded, "My mistake, my mistake."

As he spoke, he put down the small handless wine cup, picked up the wine dispenser beside Director Zhao's hand, and filled it up quickly and generously.

"Director Zhang, I'll penalize myself with three glasses."

Thud, thud, thud!

Three full dispensers, Mr. Ma drank them in succession without a furrowed brow.

And with these three drinks, a bottle of wine was emptied directly.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ma's fair face turned completely red, with a hint of dazedness in his eyes.

Mr. Ma carefully placed the wine dispenser down and looked humbly at Zhang Shiping, "Director Zhang, please give me a chance to right my wrongs. If I did something wrong, I'll accept my punishment and promptly correct it."

Zhang Shiping calmly glanced at Mr. Ma, slightly smiled, and asked, "Is what you're saying true?"

"Indeed, from the bottom of my heart. As long as Director Zhang says the word, I'll firmly correct my mistakes." Mr. Ma promised without any hesitation.

"So you really won't have someone pour acid on me or arrange a drunk driver to hit me?"

"No, absolutely not." Mr. Ma's head was nearly level with his waist, "I wouldn't dare entertain such behavior, not even the thought.

Director Zhang, you know my character, I do things honestly, live honestly, and never have any malicious intentions."

Zhang Shiping only slightly moved the corner of his mouth, not commenting on Mr. Ma's words, but instead turned to Gu Qinghong, "Qingqing, go bring our niece in."

Who knows which words of Zhang Shiping pierced Gu Qinghong's heart, her face suddenly burst into an exceptionally radiant smile, practically skipping as she went out.