After a few rounds of drinks, the table was cluttered with bottles.
More than half of the people were drunk.
Bao Ye hadn't drunk any less and was slightly tipsy. His cold pale cheeks had a faint flush, and he had unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar.
His tie hung loosely over his chest.
He propped himself up on the table to stand and instructed Chen Nan, "Have someone send them all back, make sure they're safe."
Chen Nan: "Alright."
"Give me the documents, I'll take them," Bao Ye said.
Chen Nan quickly brought over the stack of documents that the suppliers had just signed.
This was their real purpose for tonight.
With these documents, even if they sobered up tomorrow, they'd have to accept it.
This tactic, while a bit underhanded, is fair game in the business world.
Besides, Bao Ye's reputation in business wasn't particularly good to begin with—ruthless and relentless were his epithets.
Chen Nan gave a pitiful glance at the drunken suppliers sprawling awkwardly around.
