Xiangbei has long seen through the essence of this kind of dinner party - going through the motions and doing things. He is more willing to understand this kind of communication as social engagement, even if everyone calls brothers and brothers at the dinner table.

But then again, if it weren't for work, who would have been willing to be happy all day long and eat, chat and interview with some strangers? Put your heart in others' shoes and think about it from the perspective of others, and return to your normal heart.

At the beginning of the dinner, Xiangbei discovered that Zhang Tongwen was indeed a master of alcohol testing. Not to mention how to activate this awkward alcoholic party with standard configurations—most of them are new friends I have never met before, and they don’t know each other.

Just talking about his outfit today, you can see that he is meticulous: he is wearing casual sportswear, which is extremely low-key among everyone. For leaders of his level, this is also a way to protect themselves in public; and in addition, appearing in this outfit is also to tell everyone that today is a private party, only making friends but not talking about work.

Another feature of experts is that they can quickly identify the targets of drinking at the table. At this dinner, there were four local receptionists and eight members of the media. As soon as everyone sat down, Zhang Tongwen "scanned" each person, just like reading everyone's identity information.

Soon, four people, including Xiangbei Luo Fangyi, became his target of drinking. It is not necessary to say that Xiangbei chose to choose Xiangbei. Anyone who acquiesced to fill the first glass of wine at the beginning can predict the result of the whole dinner. Just like Xiangbei’s experience over the years, you either don’t drink this kind of occasion. As long as you drink, the amount you drink is not within your control.

The reason why Luo Fangyi was chosen was because her expression and behavior were obvious that she had just walked out of the university campus. Such newcomers usually don’t know how to reject Fang’s “enterprise”. In addition, for newcomers, they should also block a few glasses of wine for their seniors when necessary.

Xiangbei understood that in addition to dealing with this wine party, he also had to protect Luo Fangyi. He did not want Luo Fangyi to become infected with this trend as soon as he entered society. But he felt that he was powerless: even if he avoided this time, there would be countless wine parties waiting for this newcomer in his future career.

During the conversation, Xiangbei quietly sent a WeChat message to Luo Fangyi on his mobile phone: Eat more vegetables and drink less, and girls are outside, so they must protect themselves.

Luo Fangyi quickly replied: The same is true for boys. A grimace was added behind.

Young people today don’t know where they got so many emoticons. Xiangbei couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the grimace.

The hotel waiter knocked on the door and came in, "Leader, what tea can I drink?"

“What tea do you have?”

"There are green tea, black tea, Tieguanyin, Jin Junmei"

Zhang Tongwen did not make it immediately, but instead talked about the story of tea based on this topic. "There is a joke on the Internet that only drinking Jin Junmei, either a leader or a wealthy person; only drinking green tea, either a petty bourgeoisie or an elegant person; only drinking Pu'er, either a poor sleep or a collector; only drinking black tea, either a turtle or a bad stomach. Drink all kinds of tea, either a tea man or a tea seller. Haha, I think we will be elegant once today, drink some green tea."

Hedong rules that three hot dishes can be served on the table and can be eaten. Zhang Tongwen seemed to be impatient. Before the cold dishes were served, he raised his glass: "Everyone, the carriage and horses are exhausted, and before they can even welcome everyone, today's meal is a welcome banquet. Come! Let's raise the glass and draw one cold."

Lengba? This is a new word. It is the first time Xiangbei has heard of it for so many years. The meaning is self-evident, just having a drink on an empty stomach.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other. Is this the intention of knocking everyone down?

"Mr. Zhang, experts have said that breakfast on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach. Is drinking alcohol on an empty stomach even worse?" Luo Fangyi suddenly made a cold joke.

Everyone laughed.

This little girl didn't expect that she could chat and laugh so easily on such an occasion. Xiangbei had a new understanding of Luo Fangyi.

No matter how joking is, no matter how reserved or rejected anyone who holds a wine glass, he will never escape this cold glass of wine.

"This wine glass is only two taels, not too much, so don't be under pressure," Zhang Tongwen added, "The profession of journalists is very hard, and we have to rush the manuscript tonight. Let's order until today."

Zhang Tongwen said this, but in order to do so, he brought out his three cups, and the deputy head accompanied Sun Xingjian to carry three more cups. As a result, several people who were unable to drink were already slightly drunk.

The main and the deputy main and the accompanying each picked up three glasses of wine. The other two of the command center toast another glass, and then entered a state of melee. During this period, Yingbei blocked the person who clinked glasses with Luo Fangyi several times and drank the wine himself.

"Master, why did I tell you, boy, you must learn to protect yourself when you go out." Luo Fangyi quietly reminded him when he saw Xiangbei blocking the wine for him.

When drinking at this stage, most people have entered a state of letting go. No matter what others say, the people who listen to it basically go in the left ear and the right ear. When they hear Luo Fangyi's words, Xiangbei just smiled.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Tongwen was indeed like the opening of today. He only talked about interesting stories in life, and occasionally interspersed with some connotation jokes to make everyone laugh. Xiangbei also admired such a person. He could hold the wine table alone, but he could not do it without 10 or 20 years of cultivation. Moreover, the other party could also tell the jokes one by one, which not only made everyone laugh, but also left a message to everyone. Xiangbei even doubted whether this person usually had a small notebook, which specifically collected small jokes, and then memorized them repeatedly, and played them out when needed.

From this point of view, Zhang Tongwen is also considered a master. Facing such a master, Xiangbei just smiled and nodded, occasionally catering to a few words.

"How old is Mr. Zhang this year?" The beautiful reporter sitting in the seat of the main companion suddenly interrupted.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold and everyone stared at Zhang Tongwen.

Perhaps because he felt that the other party’s question was a bit stiff, Zhang Tongwen frowned, "I am ashamed of such a privacy issue. I am a premature aging type, forty-five."

"Oh? Is it true? I don't feel like Mr. Zhang has such a good figure and looks only in his thirties."

Everyone laughed knowingly.

"Everyone doesn't know that when people reach middle age, they must do two things, control their mouths and move their legs, otherwise they will become greasy middle-aged. So, I really envy everyone here, who are all handsome men and beautiful women."

The profession of journalists is also a youthful life, especially the rise of new media. Some young people with fashionable hairstyles have joined the reporters' army. Journalists no longer have the traditional image of wearing thick lenses and striped shirts and belts tied outside. Looking north at them, I feel deeply that I am old.

The entire dinner lasted for nearly two hours. It may be that the host and guest were of equal strength, and the offensive for urging the drinks was not as fierce as Xiangbei imagined. In the end, Zhang Tongwen said a few polite words and ended the drinks.

When everyone greeted and said goodbye, Xiangbei quietly walked to Zhang Tongwen and whispered: "Mr. Zhang, we want to interview the competent department of Luohe Village land acquisition project. I wonder if you can arrange it?"

"Supervised department?"

“Yes, for example, the land department.”

At the dinner party tonight, Xiangbei kept this request in his heart and waited for the opportunity to make it. The reason for doing this is because if you contact the land and land department directly, the other party's reply may find various reasons to refuse. It is better to let the project command center coordinate directly, after all, there are business transactions between them.

Zhang Tongwen narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, hugged Xiangbei's shoulder and said, "I'll make arrangements like this, brother Xiang, I'll make it. It's too late today, I'll reply to you tomorrow morning."

"You must be more concerned about this matter. People across the country are paying attention to this matter. Netizens have different opinions on Luohe Village, and there are also some slandering and slandering. Instead of fermenting like this on the Internet, it is better for us to take the initiative ourselves." Remind to North.

"I understand, brother, don't worry, leave it to me."

Greetings, farewell, say goodbye

After a dinner party, Xiangbei was quite tired. He stood in front of the hotel's revolving door, thinking. "Little Luo, let's take a walk and go around the hotel."

"Okay, Master."

Around the hotel building, there is a path made of concrete and cobblestones, winding, passing through several pavilions and pools. With the illumination of background lights, the purple green and red are quite poetic and picturesque. The musical background system on the trail is played with "Sernery", which is Mozart's piano music, with beautiful and soothing melody.

Walking north, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Master, are you smoking too?!" Luo Fangyi stared at Xiangbei with her eyes and pouted. In her impression, Xiangbei should be a gentle and scholarly image.

"Reporters are prone to making friends with cigarettes, especially when writing articles. However, I am the type of person who makes friends with cigarettes after drinking. Uh won't choke you, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay. But it's better to smoke less, it's not good for your health."

Xiangbei glanced at Luo Fangyi, and in a daze, the young girl was really a bit playful and cute, "How about it, I didn't drink much today, aren't you too used to this kind of dinner party?"

"A cup of white wine bar makes me feel a little dizzy, haha," Luo Fangyi pondered a little, "Master, do you often have such social engagements in the journalist industry?"

"This kind of occasion is inevitable. Of course, everything has two sides. Journalists must learn to communicate, because communication can bring us closer to the interviewee. Of course, if you are addicted to this kind of communication, it will become a kind of pressure, which will affect your work. Everyone says that journalists are the uncrowned king. But over time, you will find that many things are not within your will. The halo of this profession will fade away with the passage of time. People become more and more realistic. People cannot rely solely on ideals. If necessary, they should bow to reality. However, I think we should keep a little original intention. If we don't have that initial intention, our position in doing news will change, and we can't even write a manuscript!" Perhaps it is because the cold wind at the winter night accelerates the chemical reaction of alcohol, and Xiangbei is a little confused. He speaks one by one and another, without any logic.
Chapter completed!