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On the first Friday after the Qiao family turmoil subsided, He Jianping proposed to hold a celebration banquet.

"Brother, you have to give us some face this time!" He Jianping stood in front of Ye Chen's desk, his hands on the table, his expression as serious as if he were reporting on a major security mission.

"Old He, you're the boss in the security department. I'm just your assistant. You can make the arrangements if needed." Ye Chen spoke directly and truthfully.

"Our security team has been working day and night for the past two months, risking their lives. Now we've finally made it through. It wouldn't be right not to have a big drink. If you keep refusing, I'll lead all the brothers in a sit-in protest outside your office."

He Jianping was worried that Ye Chen would disagree, so he spoke very frankly.

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up on the table, and twirled a ballpoint pen in his hand. After thinking about it, he felt that He Jianping's words made sense.

The security guards have really worked hard during this period, working three shifts around the clock, eating and sleeping at the company. Some of them haven't been home for half a month, and they can only see their wives and children through video calls.

Now that things have calmed down, it would be a shame not to treat them.

"Okay, tonight it is. You choose the place, and I'll sign the bill." Ye Chen waved his hand, very straightforward.

"Okay, I'll go arrange it."

Then Ye Chen added, "However, I have one requirement: the food must be of a high standard, and there must be plenty of drinks so that everyone can eat and drink well. Anyone who secretly adds water to their drink halfway through will be punished by cleaning the toilets for a week."

When the news reached the security department, the entire office was in an uproar.

Some people immediately took out their phones to call their wives to ask for leave, while others started asking around which restaurant had the biggest private room.

Some people even rummaged through their closets and found casual clothes they hadn't worn for two months, dusting them off and saying, "Tonight I'm going to dress smartly and presentably, I can't embarrass Minister Ye."

The location was set at a newly opened Jiangcheng restaurant specializing in local cuisine, called Longmen Inn.

This shop has a unique decor, with two antique-style wooden doors at the entrance and two strings of large red lanterns hanging at the door.

The welcoming waiters were dressed in the attire of ancient shopkeepers, with white towels draped over their shoulders. As soon as they entered, they called out, "Please come in, sir."

The private rooms were also named appropriately: "Huashan Sword Debate Hall", "Laughing at the World Hall", and "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils Hall".

The walls were decorated with replicas of swords, spears, and halberds, and even the menus were carved on bamboo slips.

Ye Chen stood at the entrance, looking at the four large characters "Dragon Gate Inn" on the plaque, and sighed, "Is this a place for eating or fighting?"

"They can eat and fight. The internet says the local cuisine here is exceptional, mastering everything from spicy and numbing to fresh and fragrant. Especially their signature dish, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, is made by stir-frying eighteen kinds of chili peppers in the palm of your hand. It's so spicy it'll make you question your existence!" He Jianping had clearly done his research, speaking eloquently, his mouth practically watering.

Jiang Ruoxi is here tonight too.

It was rare for her to wear formal attire; instead, she changed into a beige knit sweater paired with dark trousers, her hair casually draped over her shoulders. She appeared less sharp and more like a gentle girl next door.

Ghost Servant also made an exception and attended. Although he still had that serious and unsmiling look, he sat in the corner of the private room in his gray training clothes, looking like a door god.

He Jianping booked the largest Huashan Sword Tournament Hall. In the center of the private room was a large round table that could seat twenty people, with a huge Tai Chi diagram carved on the tabletop.

A replica of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade hangs on the wall, next to which is a couplet: "Punch the fierce tiger of the Southern Mountain, kick the dragon of the Northern Sea."

More than thirty people from the security department sat around a table, their voices ringing out in a lively atmosphere.

The food hadn't been served yet, but the wine had already been poured.

He Jianping stood up with his wine glass in hand, cleared his throat, and the room fell silent instantly as everyone looked at him.

"Brothers, tonight's first drink must be a toast to our Minister Ye!" He Jianping raised his glass, his voice booming like a military drill.

"Over the past two months, he has led us out of a desperate situation and carved a path forward. Without Minister Ye, there would be no Jiang Group today, nor would our Security Department be as prestigious as it is now. Minister Ye, I, Old He, will drink this glass first as a sign of respect!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed three ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, clean and decisive.

Ye Chen smiled and picked up his glass, about to speak, when a young security guard next to him stood up and shouted, "Minister Ye! I heard that last time you single-handedly drank three grown men from Nanshan Energy under the table, and they all ended up in the hospital getting their stomachs pumped, but you were perfectly fine. Could you let the brothers witness your incredible drinking capacity tonight?"

Ye Chen held his wine glass, wondering who had spread these rumors. He simply said, "It's all just rumors. The three of them drank it themselves. It has nothing to do with me. Don't listen to Lao He's nonsense. I'm actually not a big drinker. I get flushed after just a couple of drinks."

"I don't believe you! Last time you drank with me, you downed two bottles of Moutai like it was water. I threw up all night when I got home, and you went for a five-kilometer run the next morning."

He Jianping bluntly exposed him, then turned to the people in the room and said.

"Old He, this is a celebration, not a question about my data usage!"

"Brothers, let's not let anyone get away with this tonight. Let's use a rotation strategy. I don't believe that more than thirty of us can't take down Ye Chen."

He Jianping completely relaxed; he also wanted to see just how terrifying Ye Chen's alcohol tolerance really was.

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!" Ye Chen slammed his wine glass on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and stood up, slapping the table.

"Brother, we won't go easy on you this time, not even if President Jiang were here..."

As He Jianping spoke, he deliberately glanced at Jiang Ruoxi. His meaning was very clear: they would not give in to Ye Chen tonight for Jiang Ruoxi's sake.

Jiang Ruoxi nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with He Jianping's opinion.

"But don't blame me for not warning you beforehand, the person who said that last time is still in the hospital recovering from his stomach problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire private room erupted in chaos.

The thirty-odd security guards split into two factions, one advocating for concentrating superior forces to wear down Ye Chen through a war of attrition.

The other faction believed they should leverage their numerical advantage and overwhelm him with alcohol.

The two sides argued back and forth, but Ye Chen finally made the final decision: "Stop arguing, all of you come at me together. Rock-paper-scissors, dice, 15 or 20, it's up to you. If I even flinch, I'll pay for everything tonight!"

Upon hearing this, the waiter standing at the door of the private room, preparing to serve the dishes, estimated the total cost of the room.

The waiter silently wiped his hands on his apron, thinking that this young man was probably going to cry tonight.

The battle in the private room officially began. Jiang Ruoxi didn't say anything; she knew that even all these people combined might not be a match for Ye Chen.