939: Chapter 511 Big Belly, Can Drink, Good Fortune_2 939: Chapter 511 Big Belly, Can Drink, Good Fortune_2 Uncle Niu, as soon as he heard this talk, was invigorated and full of fire, “Let’s go, you first watch how I do it, then you follow suit.
If there’s nothing else to say, then just one phrase, you know what to say, right?”
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“I’ve drunk, Boss Wang, it’s up to you!” Yan Fei lifted his glass and gulped down most of the drink like water.
“I’ve drunk, Boss Liu, it’s up to you!” Yan Fei raised his tea bowl, clinked with the person opposite, and downed it in one go.
“I’ve drunk, Boss Yang, it’s up to you!” Yan Fei held the bottle, gave a slight nod to the person across, and then with a tilt of his head, he took several gulps—more than half the bottle was gone.
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“Old Liu!
How did you put it last ti, as long as soone can drink you under the table, any deal can be made, right?
This young brother here runs a cattle farm, the very one that has made our Wan City’s beef famous all the way to Hong Kong.
How about it?
Have you decided on this year’s factory benefits yet?
Would dried beef work?
If you say it won’t, I’ll have Brother Yan drink with you, alright?” Old Niu was spirited, holding a bottle in one hand with an unstoppable aura.
“Okay, whatever you say.
Just don’t set up, Old Niu, I just saw this young brother drank almost a whole round and his face only started to turn red.
I still want to live to go back, so how about we talk later, okay?
Don’t worry, even if the benefits don’t work out, I’ll buy it myself to give to relatives, alright?” The middle-aged boss opposite, already red-faced and tipsy, kept begging Old Niu for rcy.
In Wan City, the drinking customs would seem terribly bad to outsiders.
Pressuring people to drink to death, the more you drink, the deeper the feelings, the more likely to get things done.
There have even been instances where business pulling resulted in drinking straight to the hospital, even to the point of losing lives.
But even though lives have been lost, this broken tradition hasn’t changed one bit.
Despite every table in the hall having delicious dishes with full flavors, few people were truly focused on eating.
Most were busy rotating between a bottle and glass in hand.
The stack of whole cases of alcohol in the corner of the hall was dwindling like flying.
Old Niu had started by toasting around and had drunk a fair amount already, but as soon as he turned his head and saw Yan Fei still standing unscathed, he instantly regained his spirit and began coaxing Yan Fei into “avenging” him—As for helping Yan Fei pull so business, that was just part of the package.
Out of over a hundred people, won made up less than one-tenth.
However, one shouldn’t underestimate these won on the booze tables; they could hold their liquor just as well as the n, put to the test by alcohol.
It was only now that Yan Fei realized why a eting that should have been one day was stretched to two mornings—the way everyone drank at lunch, nobody would be able to accomplish anything in the afternoon!
He didn’t care, it was a city-organized eting, and the liquor sponsored by locals was absolutely not fake.
Plus, he wasn’t paying for it, so he didn’t mind how much he drank.
“Boss Yan, right?” A middle-aged man who appeared drunk but whose eyes glead alertly stood up.
The extent of a person’s influence could be seen right then—as he stood up to speak, others quieted down, waiting for him to continue.
“Calling Boss Yan is too formal; I’m Old Zhou from the power plant.
Can I call you Xiao Fei?
How about this, I’ve got a banquet in a few days, hosting so higher-ups.
If you can co and blow them under the table, not just year-end benefits, but next year’s May Day and National Day benefits, I’ll make sure we book your dried beef, how does that sound?”
“That’s fine, Uncle Zhou, just give a shout anyti,” Yan Fei, having reached this point, also let loose.
He handed over his business card, “Page , I’m at your beck and call.
With good food and booze, how could I miss out on such a great opportunity?
Here’s to Uncle Zhou!”
“Sharp!
I can’t do this, I really can’t drink more.
Next ti, next ti…” Old Zhou, with a smile, accepted the business card, took a careful look at it, tucked it into his pocket, and even gave it a pat.
“Don’t worry, I keep my word.
If I don’t, next ti you co, you can toast as much as you want…”
People around imdiately joined in the laughter.
Such casual promises to drink were indeed more effective than any oath.
Yan Fei’s capacity for alcohol had been fully proven during the al.
It was no ordinary feat; despite drinking so much, his belly didn’t even appear to swell.
Now everyone was not only envious of Boss Yan’s drinking capacity but also of his good fortune.
The power plant was no small operation—lots of people there!
A packet of beef jerky for each person amounted to tens of thousands in business—and the key was not having to wine and dine to curry favor.
Instead, people were inviting him for drinks and offering him business, a dream deal that others could only wish for!
“I used to hear people claim they could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and I always thought it was a boast.
After seeing Xiao Yan Boss today, I’ve finally t the real deal.
Listen up, anyone who hasn’t finalized their year-end benefits had better think fast!
Miss this opportunity, and there’s no second chance…” Soone joked amid chuckles.
Soone else joined in jest, “You know, this is monster territory, right?
If I had a belly like that, why would I bother running so lousy processing factory?
A big belly ans good fortune—I could be drinking my way to becoming the wealthiest man in Wan City every day!”
Everyone burst into laughter once more.
The conversation was obviously in jest and a little exaggerated, but it wasn’t entirely impossible.
These days, the rule was that you had to drink well to do good business, and so, a curious, yet inevitable profession erged: professional drinking companions.
Such drinking companionship wasn’t about unspeakable escort services, and it required no special skills—just literally drinking with soone.
Of course, being a smooth talker was a bonus, but even without that prowess, as long as the drinking capacity was good, it wouldn’t be much of a problem.
After all, when one was half-drunk, that was the ti for “bold action without sweating the small stuff.” Many people, especially leaders, loved to talk when drinking.
At that mont, all you needed to do was keep up with their drinking; nothing else mattered.
And that’s why, nowadays, “successful people” were more or less suffering from stomach and liver ailnts, usually a result of excessive alcohol consumption.
As they got older, it beca a matter of spending money to maintain their health.
However, no matter how much others could drink, they would still show so reaction after too much: so would turn pale, others would have a face as red as if bleeding.
Even those with a high tolerance needed to drink so tea after a few bottles of alcohol, often ending up with a bloated stomach.
But when it ca to Yan Fei, it was just because he drank too quickly for a mont, and now with the temperature in the hall a bit high, he was only slightly red-faced.
Beyond that, there was no sign that the man had just consud an unknown number of bottles of liquor.
If not for everyone witnessing him drink, one might assu the guy had perford a magic trick and poured the alcohol into the sea for the fish and sea monsters…
Alright!
In fact, Yan Sanfen was a case of “old habits die hard.” Even when it ca to drinking, he was selective.
Faced with soone like Old Niu who had spoken in that “aning-laden” tone, who he found disagreeable, the drinks he was offered, he indeed did not consu, but rather disposed of them into the ocean to feed the marine creatures of a prehistoric world…
Already a monster when it ca to drinking and capable of cheating, it was simply beyond arguing.
Getting him drunk, even if he was willing, posed more than a little challenge.
Every rule has its pros and cons; for non-drinkers, the current rule that you wouldn’t get things done without drinking was as bad as rules could get.
But for soone like Yan Fei, just one al had reaped him rewards that made most people green with envy—business was rely the beginning; it was the connections that were truly invaluable and unattainable for many.
Yan Fei himself was a great drinker, and with Heizi, who had honed his skill of “speaking differently to different people,” the atmosphere was indeed lively.
With spirits high, Old Niu, who had previously stated that Yan Fei couldn’t possibly pitch beef jerky to their representatives at Shenguan Group, approached Yan Fei with a proposition, “We’ve got a reception coming up in a few days, and frankly, my stomach can’t take it anymore.
Boss Yan, would you be able to lend a hand?”
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