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Chapter 939 - 511 Big Belly, Can Drink, Good Fortune_2

Chapter 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 time, as long as someone 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 me 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 mercy.

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 some business, that was just part of the package.

Out of over a hundred people, women made up less than one-tenth. However, one shouldn’t underestimate these women on the booze tables; they could hold their liquor just as well as the men, put to the test by alcohol.

It was only now that Yan Fei realized why a meeting 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 meeting, 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 gleamed 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 me 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 some higher-ups. If you can come 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 me a shout anytime," Yan Fei, having reached this point, also let loose. He handed over his business card, "Page me, 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 time, next time..." 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 time you come, you can toast me as much as you want..."

People around immediately 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 meal. 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 met 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..." Someone joked amid chuckles.

Someone else joined in jest, "You know, this is monster territory, right? If I had a belly like that, why would I bother running some lousy processing factory? A big belly means 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 emerged: professional drinking companions.

Such drinking companionship wasn’t about unspeakable escort services, and it required no special skills—just literally drinking with someone. 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 time for "bold action without sweating the small stuff." Many people, especially leaders, loved to talk when drinking. At that moment, 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 ailments, usually a result of excessive alcohol consumption. As they got older, it became a matter of spending money to maintain their health.

However, no matter how much others could drink, they would still show some reaction after too much: some would turn pale, others would have a face as red as if bleeding. Even those with a high tolerance needed to drink some tea after a few bottles of alcohol, often ending up with a bloated stomach. But when it came to Yan Fei, it was just because he drank too quickly for a moment, 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 consumed an unknown number of bottles of liquor.

If not for everyone witnessing him drink, one might assume the guy had performed 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 came to drinking, he was selective. Faced with someone like Old Niu who had spoken in that "meaning-laden" tone, who he found disagreeable, the drinks he was offered, he indeed did not consume, but rather disposed of them into the ocean to feed the marine creatures of a prehistoric world...

Already a monster when it came 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 someone like Yan Fei, just one meal had reaped him rewards that made most people green with envy—business was merely 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?"