The banquet lasted late into the night. Zhu Ju dragged his drunken body back to the apartment the Commerce Association had arranged for him.
A two-hundred-square-meter apartment with four bedrooms and two living rooms, all for him alone.
BEEP!
As the door closed behind him, the completely inebriated Zhu Ju instantly sobered up and strode into the training hall.
Too many people had proposed toasts to him at the banquet tonight, including both old colleagues and new ones.
While plying him with drinks and offering congratulations, they were even more curious about what had allowed someone from the bottom rungs of society to catch the Qin Family's eye, vaulting him into the "upper class" and making others afraid to offend him.
Zhu Ju simply smiled in response, saying nothing and letting them speculate.
"Xi."
"Present."
"Connect me to the company's intranet and pull up all content related to Genetic Modification Technology."
"Yes."
His vision blurred for a moment.
