However, not everyone was present.
Fu Yunshen was still in Beijing and couldn't come. His brother, Yang Jinhan, had been writing his thesis recently and didn't have time to come.
But to Yang Jinxuan, it didn't matter if the two of them came or not. His main goal was Nangong Jue.
"If you succeed in collaborating with the research institute to develop the chip this time, the Yang Corporation will go further. Congratulations." Nangong Jue raised his glass first.
"Thank you." Yang Jinxuan clinked glasses with Nangong Jue and drank it all in one gulp. "Brother Jue, I heard that something almost happened to Han Binglan. What exactly happened?"
The corners of Nangong Jue's mouth curled up slightly. "The news reported a drunk-driving accident. The driver died on the spot." Then, he looked down at the wine glass in his hand to hide the emotions in his eyes.
Yang Jinxuan: "…"
