"Mr. Zhou, I'll be relying on your guidance from now on. Let me down this drink first."
Feng Yueyang tilted his head back and drained the glass of baijiu in one go.
Everyone's opinion of him shifted, and someone couldn't help but remark, "A tiger father doesn't breed dogs. Mr. Feng truly has the grandeur of Old Mr. Feng back in the day."
"I can't compare to my dad, but from now on, I'll work hard and strive to live up to him. I hope all you uncles and elders can guide me along the way."
Feng Yueyang's speech was skillfully delivered. The former spoiled brat seemed to become a different person after this drastic change.
Not only had he preserved the company, but he also held his own at the dinner table against senior business veterans with ease. Though still a bit green, his sincerity made up for it.