Chapter 181

C181 – Poor Zhao Dahai!

Upon hearing this, President Chen’s face lit up with a delighted smile.

He mused to himself, “Yesterday, when it came to drinking, I couldn’t best you.”

“Mr. Su assured me I wouldn’t get drunk.”

“Could Mr. Su’s words possibly be false?”

“Never!”

“Waiter, let’s order!”

Seated confidently, President Chen declared with a boastful air, “Zhao, you’re going to end up drunk today, and I’m picking up the tab.”

Zhao Dahai smirked and retorted, “You’re so headstrong!”

But President Chen was brimming with confidence.

He ordered an array of beer, red wine, and white wine.

Zhao’s eyes bulged at the sight.

“Chen, we shouldn’t drink this much.”

“You’re not leaving until you’ve finished your drinks today!”

President Chen was visibly thrilled.

“Chen, everyone knows you’re a lightweight. We won’t tease you if you get drunk. Ease up.”

“Cut the chatter. Are you scared?”The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

“Scared of you?”

“Then quit your yapping and drink up!”

President Chen, without further ado, snatched a bottle of Maotai and set out three cups.

“Zhao, you’ve traveled all the way from the capital, and I’ve yet to properly welcome you.”

“I’m going to drink three cups first!”

With that, President Chen downed three cups in quick succession.

Zhao Dahai was flabbergasted.

“Zhao, don’t be ridiculous. We’ve had our differences, but there’s no need for you to come here on a suicide mission.”

Yet President Chen, seemingly oblivious, poured another six cups.

“Zhao, I hear you’re three years shy of 60. Here’s to good fortune!”

And with that toast, President Chen knocked back another six cups.

Zhao Dahai was utterly bewildered.

Was that excuse even valid?

Should he be calling the police?

Nobody drinks like this, right?

What was President Chen up to?

The waiter promptly arrived with a spotless bucket filled with the hotel’s ice cubes.

President Chen grinned at Zhao Dahai, “Today, Zhao, you’re going to witness something extraordinary!”

With that, President Chen uncorked several bottles next to him—beer, red wine, white wine, and a handful of mixers.

A whole bucket brimming with booze!

Zhao Dahai was gobsmacked.

Wasn’t he worried about wrecking his stomach?

“Watch me go to town on this,” President Chen declared, and with Zhao Dahai staring in disbelief, he hoisted the bucket and guzzled it down.

Zhao Dahai was astounded.

He nearly sobered up from the shock.

He was utterly outdone!

President Chen drank heartily, emptying the bucket in no time.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth and bellowing with satisfaction.

Apparently, Mr. Su’s concoction had transformed not just his tolerance but also the capacity of his stomach. Downing that much liquor was a breeze.

Zhao Dahai was frozen in his seat, his breath nearly caught in his throat.

Could this be real?

A hallucination?

Had he overindulged the night before and was still caught in a drunken stupor?

With this thought, Zhao Dahai slapped himself.

Ouch!

That definitely hurt!

From then on, a legend circulated around the hotel.

A deity of drink had rendered a man senseless with his extraordinary capacity for alcohol.

As the man left, he continued to shout, “Fake, it’s all fake... Ah... I’ve had enough. I’m never drinking again... Mom, he made me drink...”

President Chen became renowned after that incident.

Poor Zhao Dahai, it took him three full days and nights to rise from his bed after getting home.

Just as he was feeling better, the sight of President Chen sent a chill down Zhao Dahai’s spine.

Without thinking, he blurted out, “I’m not drinking anymore!”

His voice boomed, echoing through the bank’s lobby. The outburst left customers, bank employees, and even the security guards dumbfounded.

What was happening?

Why was he refusing to drink?

Was Zhao Dahai still half asleep?

Could he be sleep talking?