For this dinner, Dean Zhang specially prepared two bottles of 20-year-old Flying Moutai, each worth over ten thousand. As soon as the cap was opened, the room was filled with a delightful aroma.
Director Jiang personally poured a glass for Xu Xiangbei, his expression complex and full of emotions.
"I only have one son, Jiang Xinwen. During the past year, I've been running around, hopping between hospitals for him, and have hardly focused on work. Originally, I was to go to the provincial office, but due to poor performance, I was demoted to Jiangcheng. It's true that a blessing often comes in disguise; unexpectedly, I met Younger Brother Xu here, who cured my son's illness. I'm very thankful to everyone present, especially Divine Doctor Xu. Though he is younger than me, why don't we become sworn brothers? I'll call him my younger brother as I'm a few years older. This cup is for my respect to everyone."
Director Jiang tipped his head back and drank the glass clean.
