"Brother Meng, I just want to say upfront, I'm not very talented, and I wouldn't be where I am today without you. There might not be much we can help you with, but we can guarantee that we absolutely won't hold you back!"
Hearing this heartfelt speech, the people around Qian Meng couldn't help but burst into laughter, especially someone who had just taken a sip of beer and almost choked to death on it.
"I really appreciate that, that's enough. I don't have many demands on you guys, just don't hold me back, and leave the rest. It's getting late, I'll take my leave now... Have a good time, I'll pick up the tab today."
Qian Meng raised his glass, drained it in one gulp, then stood up and left the private room.
On his way home, Qian Meng saw a familiar car outside his villa complex. He got out of his car, walked to the red Ferrari, and gently knocked on the window.