With the help of white liquor, Old Shen and Old Lu gradually opened up in their conversation.
"Come on, Director Shen, I toast to you!"
"Haha, President Lu, cheers!"
Fifty-year-old Moutai, even for these two, is not something they can drink whenever they want.
For Old Shen, this kind of liquor, which costs hundreds of thousands per bottle, is definitely beyond his spending power. However, it's not that he can't drink it if he wants to, but the risks involved are uncertain.
In all these years, Old Shen has climbed from an ordinary grassroots police officer to become the Deputy Director of the Haizhou City Public Security Bureau, not only through capability but, more importantly, through carefulness and caution, walking on thin ice.
He knows exactly who he can associate with, who he cannot, who he can dine with, and who he cannot dine with over the years.
