王磊打了个激灵，差点把刚喝下去的酒水喷出来。这盛世集团，比他以前待的那个保安队还毒，空调随便开，搞得他这大老爷们儿跟冰箱里出来的似的。他一边骂骂咧咧，一边摸出手机，看了一眼时间，我的天，已经六点半了！这帮老总该不会是故意整他吧？

他是被陈欣月叫来的，说是晚上有个庆功宴，让他过去帮忙看着点。王磊心里就嘀咕了，他一个保安，啥时候轮到他跟着老总参加庆功宴了？不过，谁让他喝醉了跟老总吹牛逼，说自己在修真界待过呢？结果，这老总还真信了，非要请他喝酒庆祝。

庆功宴在盛世集团的顶层宴会厅举行， influence and power was on full display here. All sorts of high-level figures, wearing expensive suits, with a sense of superiority, were chatting and laughing. The host of the banquet, Chen Xinyue, was sitting at the head of the table, looking elegant in a black evening gown, her eyes occasionally glancing at Wang Lei with a playful look.

Wang Lei sat at the side, feeling like a fish out of water. He didn't know how to start a conversation with these people. He could only wave his hands and smile awkwardly with the champagne glass in his hand.

"Wang teacher, how is the 'heavenly technique' you mentioned yesterday?" Chen Xinyue asked suddenly, breaking the silence.