"Dad, Song Yun is here!" Lin Jia stood beside Lin Heping with Song Yun's hand in hand and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, Song Yun, I have heard of your name for a long time, and I only have the chance to see you today!" Lin Heping stood up with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand to Song Yun.

Sometimes it is said that people who do the inspection work have coffin faces, but this is also different. When you meet such noble people, even if you have coffin faces, you have to bloom. In a word, if you don’t have a few faces, you will be embarrassed to meet people! Sichuan face change and other things are simply weak in the eyes of people in the system.

"Hello." Song Yun smiled peacefully. His identity and status are different now. His words and deeds largely represent the power of the entire Shura League and the Song family in southern Jiangsu. Therefore, every word and action Song Yun said now must be read in his mind first before he can do it.

This is also why many leaders speak very slowly. Their words and deeds no longer represent them. Thinking carefully is very suitable for people like them.

"Come on, sit down." Lin Heping said, pulling his chair aside, and immediately a quick-eyed person brought a chair up.

Song Yun shook his head and said, "No, I won't disturb you drinking anymore. I'm here mainly to toast everyone. Everyone here is the leader. Xiao Song, I still have a lot to rely on you, haha."

"Look at what you said, we rely on you!" This sentence was said by the Master. At this time, the Master had already stood up. Since both of these big heads stood up, the other people with a worse identity did not know Song Yun's identity, but when they saw that they valued it so much, they stood up together.

The audience didn't stand up alone, and it was the deputy director of the provincial radio and television bureau.

Song Yun didn't know this person. There was one pillar in a big bureau, but the deputy director was just a big one. This was just one county magistrate in a county, and the deputy county magistrate could have more than ten. However, Song Yun knew the director of the Radio and Television Bureau, which did not mean that he knew the deputy director below. According to Song Yun's words, the director of the Radio and Television Bureau was barely qualified to discuss friendship with Song Yun and the deputy director, which was almost the same.

The deputy director didn't know Song Yun, but it was nothing. Song Yun was not Lu Huihuang and others, and he even didn't even have the big guys who had their names in the system. Why did others have to know him? Many people know that the leader of the Shura League was surnamed Song, but not so many people had the leisure to care about Song in detail. Even if they knew what they were called, few people could find out Song Yun's appearance.

There are tens of millions of people in southern Jiangsu Province. I don’t know you, so there is nothing to say.

The deputy director probably claimed that he had a higher identity than others, so he did not stand up. For Lin Heping's affection for Song Yun, the deputy director divided him into the relationship between Song Yun and Lin Jia. Both of them were holding hands, probably a couple, and the deputy director also estimated that Song Yun had some background identity, so Lin Heping was so approachable. As for the director, he also stood up, it was probably because of Lin Heping's face.

It seems like it’s been a long time, but in fact all these conjectures and calculations are completed within a few seconds.

Song Yun said it was not important to the deputy director not standing up. He had to match the kind of person with his vision. A deputy director-level director could be ignored.

Song Yun took a wine glass and filled with white wine and said to everyone present, "If I keep doing this, you can do whatever you want."

"Okay." Lin Heping said, "This cup must be more than two taels. Do you have no objection?"

"This is not possible." The deputy director spoke lightly, "We must have ten people at this table. Why not drink this little brother and two of us. You drink a drink, we drink half a drink, you pass the level, how about it?"

Song Yun looked at Lin Heping in a little surprised. Is this deputy director's head clamped by the door or what? Although my buddy wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, he is not like this and is inexplicably regarded as a pig! At least I can tell why you are trying to make things difficult for me!

Lin Heping shook his head calmly, saying that he was a little confused. Instead, Lin Jia held Song Yun's hand tightly, which made Song Yun have some guesses, but this guess surprised Song Yun.

Song Yun has always had a good temper, especially when he was scolded by Zhang SJ in the previous stage and was threatened by Lu Huihuang. Song Yun realized that he was still far from the real person, so Song Yun is still very patient and demeanor to face such characters who can kill instantly. Since they want him to drink, he can drink it, anyway, there are a lot of meat.

"That's it. I'll have a glass, toast two. Let's start with Director Lin." Song Yun said, raising his glass to Lin Heping and Director General, "It's time for the Spring Festival. I wish you an early year and wish you all the best."

"Okay, okay!" Lin Heping smiled and drank a glass of wine, and the director also followed suit. Although the deputy director had said that he would have to drink half a cup, Lin Heping and the director both knew Song Yun's identity, so how dare they drink only half a cup? It is estimated that only the big guys in the province are qualified to treat Song Yun with one cup and they drink half a cup.

There are not many fools next time. Since Lin Heping has had a drink, other people with a worse status are of course just drink one cup after another. Everyone here is a mixed-system. Who doesn’t have the skill to observe the words and expressions? And just a glass of wine. Now, the mixed-system has no appetite, how can you do practical things for the people?

When he arrived at the deputy director's side, the deputy director narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Yun and said, "This little comrade has a good alcohol tolerance. This round of people must have a pound of pounds. Judging from your expression, you are very stable. I am old, so why not do this like us. I drink a glass and drink an extra glass. How about it? I am an old man, so you should give in to me."

"Haha, yes." Song Yun nodded with a smile, directly raised his head and drank it with a glass of wine, and then poured another glass. He tilted his head and drank it without any stopping. The two glasses of wine were so simple. This was white wine, 52-degree Moutai, and this cup was four taels again.

"Okay, okay, it's true that a hero is a teenager!" The deputy director nodded with a smile, looking very satisfied, then slowly picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and put the wine glass on the table. It seemed that he had no intention of drinking anymore.
Chapter completed!