Chapter 124: Wedding Drinking and Parade of Gods
Looking out through the Western-style wooden windows of the second-floor box facing the street, the night outside is gradually deepening, the lights are coming on, and there is a bustling flow of people and traffic.

The dark solid wood decoration of the interior, illuminated by the bright blue crystal chandelier, fully displays the charm of the old Shanghai. The waiters, dressed in black suits and white gloves, move around without making a sound and place the dishes on the table, cutting the meat, peeling the shrimps and preparing the hot pot dishes on the spot.

Several members of the analyst team from Juntai Securities accompanied the New Fortune editor and Song Anli as they talked in low voices and laughed frequently. Their behavior was polite and courteous, without any relaxed or lively atmosphere.

This drinking party shouldn't have been so dull, but the host followed the guests. Xie Jingxing, the guest sitting in the host seat, ate the hot pot leisurely, and only said a few words occasionally to deal with the flattery of the crowd.

The beautiful analyst who was tasked with warming up the audience saw this and became anxious. She couldn't help but use her wits to think of a solution. She slightly turned sideways and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Xie Jingxing felt the warm and sweet breath beside his ears, smiled politely, nodded, and moved his chair forward a little.

The beautiful analyst held up the hem of her skirt with one hand and naturally put the other hand on his shoulder to help her stand up. When she walked past him, her hair accidentally brushed across his back, and the touch was so soft through his white shirt, like tickling with fluff.

Xie Jingxing tilted his head slightly and gave Song Anli a look of blocking. This beautiful female analyst was quite skilled and had obviously analyzed men a lot.

But Song Anli was concentrating on telling jokes to improve relationships, and even waved to the waiter to clear the plates, showing no sign of receiving the signal at all.

Xie Jingxing was in great pain. A few minutes later, the beautiful analyst came back and sat down beside him, changing her hairstyle.

The black hair that was originally draped over her shoulders was gathered to the other side. From his angle, he could just see the delicate and beautiful neck and collarbone. The shape of her curvy figure under the slim sleeveless suspender dress could also be seen.

Only Xie Jingxing could appreciate it from where he was sitting. This was very important. If it were when he was just in college, he would have pouted and prepared to take the bait.

"I forgot to eat hotpot today. It's troublesome to have long hair. You guys are better."

The beautiful analyst leaned forward and covered her mouth with her hands with a coquettish and weak expression, thus creating the illusion of a furtive and private interaction. She played with the suspension bridge effect quite well.

Xie Jingxing became more interested and said, "It's not like we men asked you to grow your hair long. If you find it troublesome, just tie it up."

"But you men all like long straight black hair, don't you like it?" the beautiful analyst asked, looking into his eyes.

Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "I like all kinds of beauties."

"Oh."

The beautiful analyst looked a little disappointed, paused and said, "Then I'll tie my hair up."

She asked the waiter for a rubber band, sat up straight, put her hands behind her head and tried several times but failed to tie her hair up, but she succeeded in attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Xiaoyan, you have to drink a penalty drink for sitting next to Mr. Xie and fiddling with your hair while having a meal." The leader of the analyst team with thinning hair complained.

The editor of New Fortune Magazine, who was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, bared his buck teeth and jokingly said, "Boss Zheng, as a leader, you are too inconsiderate of your subordinates. You can't let beautiful women be like us old men, not caring about our image and swinging chopsticks with beer bellies... Oh, I was wrong. Boss Xie is different from us. He is young and handsome... I'll punish myself with a drink."

"I won't refute you when it comes to this. When Mr. Xie was interning at Juntai, he worked overtime all night and remembered to bring breakfast to Assistant Song the next morning. It makes sense that young girls now call Mr. Xie the national husband."

President Zheng looked at Song Anli for confirmation: "Assistant Song, is this true?"

"Mr. Xie is very considerate of his subordinates." Song Anli responded.

While the few people were talking, the beautiful analyst spread the rubber band on her palm and blinked her big eyes for help: "Then, national husband, can you help me?"

"No trouble."

Xie Jingxing looked around, sweeping his eyes over everyone present who had ambiguous expressions and were ready to make a fuss, and finally landed on Song Anli.

"Mr. Xie is very skilled at tying hair. You can tell at a glance that she has a lot of life experience."

"Your hairstyle is very beautiful. Xiaoyan, it would be unreasonable if you don't offer a glass of wine to Mr. Xie."

"How can I have one toast? The national husband is tying my hair and I feel my face is red. I have to have three toasts."

The beautiful analyst took three wine glasses and poured wine in a row: "Mr. Xie, let me introduce myself again. My name is Ren Xuanyan. I will remember for a long time that you tied my hair today, and you have to remember me too."

"All the flowers have fallen, only Xuanyan remains. What a nice name." Xie Jingxing picked up the wine cup.

Seeing this, President Zheng jumped out to blame again: "President Xie praised you so much for his brilliant writing skills, Xiaoyan, you still use a wine cup?"

"It's my fault for being slow to react." Ren Xuanyan directly picked up the wine decanter on the table, which contained half a pot of wine.

The bucktoothed editor of New Fortune Magazine clapped his hands with a lewd smile on his face, "Xiao Yan is indeed a soldier under General Zheng. In this case, I think we should change the way we drink. What do you think of drinking together?"

"That's possible. How long Mr. Xie can remember our Xuanyan depends on how long he can drink this glass of wine!" A professional table blaster ignited and assisted.

The atmosphere in the room instantly reached a climax. Song Anli watched silently with a smile on her face, and waved her hand to send a few waiters away temporarily.

Everyone counted in unison, and after a full minute of drinking, Ren Xuanyan finally let go of Xie Jingxing's arm. Her face was flushed, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she pursed her lips and lowered her eyebrows shyly.

Unfortunately, Xie Jingxing didn't give him much face, and there was still less than half a glass of wine left in his wine dispenser.

Someone smiled and asked Ren Xuanyan to drink for him. Just as she poured the wine into her own wine dispenser, someone suggested that she should toast in a different way so that the toast would be remembered for a long time.

Without giving Xie Jingxing a chance to refuse, Ren Xuanyan turned the wine glass and held the rim with her red lips, then pressed his shoulders with both hands and brought the glass to his lips.

The two of them leaned back in each other's arms, and finally Xie Jingxing almost half-lying on the chair and drinking up the wine in the glass.

Song Anli looked at the two red lip marks on the transparent rim of the wine dispenser, then looked at the light red stain on Xie Jingxing's lips, and placed a hot towel next to him.

The bottom of the pot was bubbling and steam was rising, just like the atmosphere in the room. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, a drinking party that was enjoyable to both the host and the guests was gradually coming to an end.

"I'll have an interview later. That's all for today. I'm leaving now."

Xie Jingxing smoked hard to try to keep his brain clear, and responded to New Fortune Magazine's vote for Grapefruit Capital.

The editor of New Fortune Magazine stood up to see him off, and Ren Xuanyan calmly took his arm as if to support him.

Xie Jingxing made a downward gesture: "Don't send me off, you guys eat slowly."

"Okay, Mr. Xie, please be careful on the road. Xiaoyan, please take Mr. Xie to the car." Mr. Zheng emphasized.

Everyone tacitly pretended not to hear anything. Xie Jingxing was too lazy to say more and simply let Ren Xuanyan help him out of the private room.

When they went downstairs, Song Anli said she wanted to go to the bathroom. Ren Xuanyan's heart sank, and the drunkenness she felt disappeared.

"Mr. Xie, where do you live? Otherwise, I can take you home. Assistant Song just drank quite a lot of wine." She seized the last chance to fight for it.

Xie Jingxing had a calm expression and eyes without any sign of drunkenness as he pulled his arm out of her arms: "The driver is at the door."

"...I'm being petty. I was thinking it's not easy to call a designated driver at this time." Ren Xuanyan forced herself to keep smiling.

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On the way home, Xie Jingxing carefully looked at the receipt with the help of the dim reading light in the car, and slowly exhaled the alcohol: "It's a bit extravagant."

"It's mainly alcohol that accounts for the majority." Song Anli explained.

Xie Jingxing couldn't drink white wine, so the four bottles of Moutai basically went into other people's stomachs. Ren Xuanyan considerately ordered him a bottle of Bordeaux Right Bank First Growth Cheval Blanc red wine worth tens of thousands of yuan.

In fact, excluding alcohol and drinks, eating hotpot at a business banquet is a shortcut and is inexpensive. It doesn't cost much to have lobster, crab and sea cucumber as staple food. The kind of Chinese food served according to the routine is the top-notch in the Bureau of Commerce, and French and Japanese food can't even get a place.

But for an analyst with an annual salary of one million yuan, a banquet of nearly 50,000 yuan per table is indeed a bit extravagant, and it is likely that Juntai will reimburse it. Xie Jingxing turned to ask, "How is the level of Zheng Chunfeng's team?"

"I communicated with Mr. Liu Qiming and all the voting rights of Taihe were given to their team. Their recognition is still relatively high."

Song Anli paused and added: "I have prepared analysis reports for several teams with the highest competitiveness. Do you want to take a look at them yourself?"

"I mainly look at the three areas of banking, macroeconomics, and strategic research... Never mind, I'll take a look at real estate, fixed income, non-bank finance, and overseas." Xie Jingxing rubbed his temples to fight fatigue.

It is a joke to say that he cast a sacred and solemn vote, but as a buyer, he has reason to put those false analysis reports like the one about cooperating with Samsung to clean toilets in the internship simulation prospectus into the trash can and put the analysts who wrote such analysis reports into the blacklist.

The domestic financial industry is already in a rotten state, so rotten that excellent analyst teams have to rely on the extravagant and decadent lifestyle to win votes.

In this case, if those scum who can only talk big and play with so-called connections are allowed to win the award, it would be a bit too much to treat those guys who hold the voting rights and are known as the big guys in the industry as idiots and blind people.

An award that can double an analyst's income is of considerable value. At least the strength on display can convince the public, and then there is the question of personal connections.

This is also the reason why Song Anli paid the bill. If Juntai's analyst team was not capable enough, Xie Jingxing would not care about the relationship.

"At least she fed you wine, although her figure is not as good as the one from Chuncheng City Investment Group, and her skin is not as white as hers." Song Anli commented, holding her chin.

Xie Jing Xing was stunned: "Are you being sarcastic?"

"As long as she wins the award and earns an extra million yuan a year, I think she works very hard and is willing to give it her all. Her efforts are even a little pitiful."

Song Anli said seriously: "The gift that the Chuncheng City Investment Co., Ltd. received from sleeping with you twice is worth 700,000 or 800,000 yuan in total. Even if she sleeps with you, she only gets your ticket rights, and she may not win a prize."

"We are Juntai's major customers, and our voting rights are more important than others." Xie Jingxing was unconvinced and stubborn for no reason.

The 50 million yuan passive asset management project he has done through Juntai has made a profit of % so far. If this trend continues, it may become a star project in Juntai’s annual performance report.

The proportion of voting rights is certainly very high, but voting rights still cannot be used to directly award prizes. Instead, Xiyou itself made a lot of money.

Song Anli suddenly felt like laughing, and then she chuckled unabashedly: "Actually, I think the guy from Chuncheng City is pretty pitiful."

"Are you drunk?" Xie Jingxing frowned.

Song Anli shrugged and continued, "I can feel that they are all envious of me."

"..." Xie Jingxing was speechless.

Song Anli leaned back in her chair and tilted her head to look at him: "I didn't pay anything and got them, as well as the money, status, and opportunities that countless people covet. This feeling is so great."

"What?" Xie Jingxing thought to himself, you must have forgotten how your brother was put into jail.

Song Anli moved her body to his side, her eyes reflecting light, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "I just saw you drinking with her... I... got wet."

"You're drunk." Xie Jingxing's Adam's apple moved.

Song Anli smiled like a little girl who had secretly eaten candy, and opened her arms to ask for a hug in a delicate voice: "Yes, I'm drunk."

"Don't pretend to be drunk." Xie Jingxing said sternly.

Song Anli raised her pretty face innocently: "Then why don't you pretend to be drunk?"

The car windows were lowered, and a humid and hot breeze rushed in with the noise, making people feel drunk and blowing their ears and hair far away.

The car drove through the brightly lit office buildings in the early morning and headed into the distance, like a scene from an urban movie, flashy, gorgeous and chaotic.

Finally, the car was parked in the hotel's underground parking garage. Li Yan's face was tense, he closed the car window and got out quietly.

After a long time, the ground was filled with cigarette butts and the shaking car finally stopped.

He tactfully took out his phone to notify the hotel, then entered the elevator of the exclusive presidential suite first and covered the surveillance camera with chewing gum.

After watching the disheveled couple get into the elevator and go upstairs, Li Yan lit up his last cigarette, then left in a dashing manner, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.

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"The view here seems to be better than your home."

In the hotel room, Song Anli's eyes were blurred and her clothes were falling off. She walked backwards into the bathtub in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Xie Jingxing quietly admired her performance. Each of the beauties had her own charm. At this moment, Song Anli was like a Ru kiln porcelain, beautiful, elegant, fragile and delicate.

The bathtub filled with water in advance, the decanted wine placed next to the bathtub, and the red Xiuhe dress in the cloakroom all proved that the porcelain in front of her had pushed her into a desperate situation.

——The God Parade is a grand folk celebration unique to the Chaoshan area. Local people regard it as the most sacred belief.

Every Chaoshan girl has only one chance in her lifetime to take part in the parade. Before getting married, she puts on gorgeous red Chaoshan embroidered clothes and carries flags through the streets to receive the blessings of the gods.

Xie Jingxing was a little panicked. He was afraid that the exquisite porcelain in front of him would break, or it would be a pity.

"If Ren Xuanyan can do it, I can do it too." Song Anli picked up two glasses of red wine and tilted her head.

Xie Jingxing walked forward and took one of the glasses of wine. It was another toast, the second time today.

The wine glass dropped limply onto the carpet and the bathtub splashed with water, with rose petals swaying on the surface.

Swinging like this in front of the floor-to-ceiling window a hundred meters in the air has become a pleasure.

Red Chaozhou embroidered clothes usually become a different kind of interest, and they can also be replaced with wedding dresses.

As the night deepened, after repeated fierce collisions, Song Anli did not break but became even stronger. She had more confidence to pity those women who made the same efforts but received far less rewards than her...

"Is this the bridal chamber?"

Xie Jingxing saw her turn off the lights and light two scented candles, and asked curiously while yawning.

Song Anli licked her lips: "No, it feels better this way."

"Rest, you still have work to do tomorrow."

"There is no work scheduled for tomorrow, so finish tonight's work first. I'm the assistant, and I have the final say."

“…four times.”

"Three more times!"

"Is it okay to pay in installments?"

“30% annual interest.”

"You damn profiteer, I'm going to kill you."

"Good!"

(End of this chapter)