Everyone's expression changed again. Damn, is this guy even human? He drinks beer with such ferocity?
This is a damn provocation! A blatant provocation! I'll drink myself to death if I have to!
then.
The minister grabbed the bottle and started chugging the beer down slowly, as if his throat were only the size of a needle tip.
Everyone watched him expectantly. Finally, half of it went down. The other half remained.
"Go, Minister!" someone shouted.
"Go for it!" the crowd responded.
Suddenly, a sudden and unexpected change occurred.
The minister, who was struggling to drink, suddenly stopped, abruptly pulled the bottle out of his mouth, and sprayed it wildly onto the table in front of him.
puff--
It was like a torrential downpour; the entire table was covered with the minister's food, and even the bodies, faces, and eyes of many of the bespectacled men were covered in it.
Smelly!
It smells awful. An extremely unpleasant, sour odor mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the air.
"Ugh—it's suffocating me!" a bespectacled man yelled, frantically searching for something to wipe his eyes.
"Ugh—it's disgusting! Let's go, let's go, let's go..."
The female colleagues around her shouted, pinched their noses, fanned themselves in the air with their hands, and quickly left.
The food on the table is now completely inedible and ruined.
Li Yang moved with incredible speed; seeing the situation was unfavorable, he immediately dodged to the side. His body was completely free of any filth.
"How about it? Guys, want some more drinks? How about we each down another bottle?" Li Yang said with a smile as he returned.
Anyway, the filth didn't spray into the bottle, so it's fine.
Chapter 289: The General
General Li Yang had spoken up, and although these guys were all being criticized by the minister, they couldn't help but want to join in the criticism.
But after Li Yang said that, they all gritted their teeth, grabbed the bottles, and gulped them down.
faint!
The world was spinning, was there an earthquake? No, there wasn't an earthquake, they caused their own earthquake.
Whoosh...
After downing a bottle of beer, someone finally couldn't take it anymore and scurried under the table.
"I, I, I'm not drunk—" A bespectacled man struggled to walk, leaning against the wall, muttering to himself.
Take two more steps.
He plopped down on the ground and fell fast asleep.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with people, all of them male employees of Oujinliren.
When Xue Tao rushed downstairs after receiving Song Tian'er's report, only Li Yang was sitting there nonchalantly, continuing to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.
Wang Yunyi and Song Tian'er accompanied Xue Tao on either side. Xue Tao had just gone upstairs to make a phone call, trying to use his connections to investigate matters in Pingzhou.
Upon receiving the report, I rushed downstairs and this is the scene before me.
alcoholism!
Xue Tao hates this the most!
With a furrowed brow, she said with annoyance, "Call the hotel staff to carry them inside!"
Song Tian'er and Wang Yunyi immediately went to the hotel staff, said many nice things, and even gave them money.
The waiter reluctantly helped each of them to their room upstairs.
The service at the four-star hotel was passable. The security guards looked at the group's disheveled appearance and curled their lip in disdain.
Xue Tao felt a mixture of frustration and anger, but there was nothing she could do. It was truly difficult to prevent men from drinking excessively.
...
When the volunteers woke up the next morning, they almost fainted. The scene before them was a complete mess, with their own vomit scattered all over the floor, half-dried, and the whole room smelling sour.
It makes one want to vomit.
One employee opened his eyes and immediately vomited. After vomiting, his vision went black and he passed out again. He had drunk far too much.
The minister was the worst off; he shared a room with an employee, and the two of them competed in spraying, both of them spraying in bed.
His head, face, and pillow were covered in disgusting stuff, even leftover food from the night before. His face was completely covered. Luckily, he wasn't meant to die. If his nostrils had been blocked, he would have been finished and would have had to go to the underworld to beg for wine.
He hurriedly got up, vomited, and then rushed to the bathroom. He pinched his nose and tried his best to clean himself up, but no matter how much he washed, he could still feel a sour smell on his face.
I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was deathly pale and my eyes were bloodshot. I looked terrible.
"Minister, tell me, am I really useless?" he said with a wry smile, speechless. Damn, he could drink one or two jin of liquor; he was practically the god of wine in the company.