Back at the company, the cook and the Ferrari were having a small barbecue on the rooftop of the office building.
When Song Heping found the two of them, their faces were already flushed from drinking.
"Hey, come have some!"
The cook handed over the vodka he was holding.
Without saying a word, Song Heping sat down, took the drink, and gulped it down.
The cook asked, "Why do I get the feeling you're preoccupied with something heavy on your mind?"
Song Heping said, "If you were in my position as the legal representative, I wouldn't be so preoccupied."
The cook said, "But being the boss is good, isn't it? Hey, you're strange; others are fighting to be in charge, and here you are, not even wanting it."
Song Heping picked up a skewer of grilled meat and bit off the largest piece.
The mutton from Illiguo really did taste great.
"I've taken on Yusuf and his gang's security business."
"What?"
The grilled meat in the cook's hand nearly fell to the ground.