405: Chapter 407: Wishing You Abundant Financial Luck 405: Chapter 407: Wishing You Abundant Financial Luck Zhao Xuemo swiftly blocked Lin Zifeng with her powder-white arm.
With a seductive smile at the other three middle-aged n, she said coyly, “How could I let soone else drink on my behalf when Mr.
He is so generously insistent?
Today, I, Zhao Xuemo, must certainly join Mr.
He for a few drinks.”
After taking the glass of alcohol from Lin Zifeng’s hand, she directly tilted her head back and drank it down.
She poured the full glass of strong liquor, about the size of a normal water cup, directly into her mouth.
A fiery, stinging sensation caused Zhao Xuemo’s delicate arched eyebrows to involuntarily furrow a couple of tis, even Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but be impressed by this formidable woman.
That was an entire cup of hard liquor!
It must have been over 50 proof!
Was she really treating it as if it were just tea?
“Sister Xuemo really has a good tolerance for alcohol!
No wonder I’ve often heard others speak highly of Xuemo being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
It looks like you definitely didn’t let us underestimate you today!”
One of the chubby n hurriedly clapped and praised, encouraging the other two to join in comnding Zhao Xuemo’s drinking capacity.
“Mr.
He, we’ve had our drink, shall we start discussing the contract now?”
Despite being pressed by the three to drink more, Zhao Xuemo dared not forget about today’s important matter, fully aware that she was definitely not here just to drink.
These bastards had already delayed the contract for several months, not only inhibiting the imdiate financing but also affecting the company’s operations.
“Hey!
Sister Xuemo, every ti we et, must we talk about contracts?
It makes feel uneasy.
Can’t we just co out for als and drinks without talking contracts?”
That bastard Mr.
He patted Zhao Xuemo’s hand lightly, casting a aningful glance her way.
However, Zhao Xuemo subtly withdrew her hand.
“Mr.
He, there’s no rush about these als and drinks,” she said, truthfully not wanting to chat with the fat man.
His bulging belly made her feel sowhat nauseous.
“Co on!
Sister Xuemo, let’s set aside the contract for today.
This drink is my way of prematurely celebrating your future successes in business!” said Mr.
He, pouring another two glasses and beginning to drink on his own.
“Mr.
He, isn’t this improper?” Zhao Xuemo was not used to such heavy drinking.
“Sister Xuemo, aren’t you being a little unfair?
Am I not even worth a return toast?
That would really upset .”
“Eh, it seems the job of a Public Relations Director isn’t that easy after all, just eating and drinking can beco too much.
It’s alright when you’re eting nice people, but dealing with perverts really is quite troubleso,” Lin Zifeng related, picking up a glass of red wine and lanting.
Feeling cornered, Zhao Xuemo, though extrely unwilling, knew she had to play along to so extent.
“Hehe, that’s more like it.
I knew Sister Xuemo could drink thousands of cups without getting drunk.
It looks like you truly live up to your reputation,” chuckled the fat Mr.
He.
He then gestured to the other two n with a look.
“Co on!
Since Sister Xuemo can drink so well, I’ll also give you a toast today!”
No sooner had Mr.
He sat down than another pig-head nad Mr.
Ma ca along.
Not only Zhao Xuemo found it intolerable, but even Lin Zifeng felt these three n were deliberately causing trouble.
“Mr.
Ma, isn’t this a bit too much?
I just toasted with Mr.
He, and now this?
You’re rushing , shouldn’t I at least catch a breath?” Zhao Xuemo was clearly already a bit tipsy.
With the fierce drinking that started earlier, even the best of alcohol tolerances couldn’t withstand such imbibing.
“Xuemo, that’s where you’re wrong.
After toasting Mr.
He, do you look down on , Mr.
Ma?
Do you find even a token gesture too hard?”
Mr.
Ma’s expression turned serious, feigning anger.
“No, Mr.
Ma, that’s not what I ant,” Zhao Xuemo knew the intentions of these few n, but considering the contract, she felt it inappropriate to say much.
“Let’s say no more then, I’ll just have this drink out of respect,” Mr.
Ma declared, lifting his glass and gulping it down.
Feeling cornered, Zhao Xuemo reluctantly followed suit.
However, Lin Zifeng seed sowhat displeased by the scene.
Quickly, with a cheery but soundless deanor, he took the glass from Zhao Xuemo’s hand and smiled at the three n, “Today is my first eting with you gentlen, so let wish you booming business and ‘extensive’ fortune,” he announced with a big wave of his hand.
A full cup of strong liquor was gone in a gulp.
Leaving the three n in stunned silence.
Especially Mr.
Ma, who felt particularly uneasy.
The final word ‘extensive’ from Lin Zifeng—did it sound sowhat sinister?
‘Increasing fortune’ or ‘exhaustive fortune’?
One implied growth, the other, depletion—the difference was not minor.
“Co on, Mr.
Ma, it’s your turn!” Lin Zifeng smiled, pointing at Mr.
Ma.
Mr.
Ma felt his face twitch involuntarily.
Reluctantly taking the drink from Lin Zifeng, he thought bitterly: This bastard!
Where did he spring from?
I don’t even know him, and he’s toasting ?
If you’re going to toast, fine, but why pour such a massive cup that it nearly kills !
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