novelraw Chapter 359 - 245: Misfortune Descends, Lined Up in a Row
Chapter 359 - 245: Misfortune Descends, Lined Up in a Row
"Manager Han, come on."
The bald fat man pointed at the three decanters, smiling at him.
Han Chunlin nodded, reached out to pick up the first pot, and tilted his head back to down it directly.
No hesitation at all!
"Good!"
After finishing the first one, the bald man shouted, "Good."
"Whew~"
Han Chunlin put down the decanter, quickly covered his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
Immediately, he picked up the second pot, toasted to the bald man, gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and gulped it down, not daring to take a single breath.
Stopping in the middle of drinking is most taboo; once there is a slight pause, not only is it hard to swallow, it might all come back out.
That would ruin everything!
Squeak~
"Cough cough cough!"
After finishing the second pot, Han Chunlin just put down the decanter and couldn’t stop from coughing violently, his face flushed bright red.
His head was spinning, everything before him seemed to be flying, and his feet felt unsteady.
But with a sliver of consciousness left, he reached out to hold onto the back of the chair behind him, making a sharp, scraping sound on the floor.
"President Zhang, that’s the second one!"
He shook his head, wiped the liquor from the corner of his mouth, and said loudly.
"You’re doing great, brother, just one more left, we’ll finish and then sign!"
The bald fat man looked satisfied, happily patted him on the shoulder, even changing his address from Xiaohan to brother.
Upon hearing this, Han Chunlin forced himself to perk up.
He knew this would work out!
"President Zhang, I am Han Chunlin....."
"Hey drink this last glass, and we’ll all be brothers from now on! I am brothers with your President Yu, after today, we’ll also be brothers.
Old Yu, don’t you think so?"
Just as he began to speak, the bald man interrupted, then looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Chunlin, did you hear that? Our Brother Zhang is ready to call you brother, hurry and drink this last glass with Brother Zhang!"
The middle-aged man heard this and also took up a decanter, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"President Yu... Brother Yu, I also have to thank you!
If it weren’t for you, I... I, Han Chunlin, couldn’t possibly survive in a place like Beijing!
You are my benefactor, you are my mentor!"
Han Chunlin’s speech was already somewhat slurred, if not for his consciousness desperately holding on, he would have collapsed by now.
"Brother, you’ve also helped me quite a bit, it’s all covered in the drink."
President Yu also undid the buttons on his shirt collar, his face flushed,
"Brother Zhang, let’s all drink up, for our future collaboration and making big money!"
"Come on, together!"
The bald man picked up his decanter, Han Chunlin followed suit with the last pot in front of him, cups clinking lower than the two before him.
He looked at the full pot of liquor in his hand, holding back the upheaval in his stomach and the spinning of his head.
Gulp~ gulp~ gulp~
Holding his breath, eyes tightly shut, three consecutive big gulps.
Bang!
"Good! Hahaha~ exhilarating! Good brother!"
The bald fat man seemed to have gotten tipsy too, even though he usually wouldn’t get drunk from one or two jin, he also started feeling dizzy and his tongue was tied,
"Xiaozhao, bring the seal, let’s sign and stamp with little brother Chunlin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man sitting across from him took a signature pen and a red seal from the briefcase and opened it in front of the three of them.
Seeing this scene, President Yu hurriedly returned, took out two copies of the contract, and laid them on the table.
"Chunlin, the engineering project for this year is yours to handle, come, sign your name."
The bald man signed his name, handed the pen to the already muddle-headed Han Chunming.
He took the pen, struggling to open his eyes, the words on the contract seemed to become like worms, crawling everywhere, impossible to read clearly.
"This~"
The President Yu beside him also noticed his trembling hand, pointed to the place for him.
Han Chunlin nodded, shook his head hard, tried his best to see the letters in front of him, and with a stroke of the pen signed his name.
Then President Yu hurriedly took out the official seal and stamped it, exchanging copies, two in duplicate.
Complete!
The contract was finally signed, President Yu vigorously patted his shoulder, unable to suppress his joy.
Returned to store the contracts properly, this was their performance record!
With such a contract, they could make money lying down for the next six months.
"Alright, brother, come on, let’s continue!"
Plop~
After signing the contract, the bald fat man told his companion to put it away and smiled at Han Chunlin.
However, just as he gave two pats, the figure slid directly off the chair and onto the ground, eyes closed, unconscious.
"Hahahaha! Chunlin can’t take it anymore?"
"He made it, but we’re not there yet, come on Brother Zhang, let’s keep going."
President Yu also picked up his cup proactively, then said to the two young men who had drunk less,
"Help Manager Han to the sofa on the side, let him rest for a bit."
Then, the group continued toasting and swapping drinks.
At that moment, Han Chunlin, upon seeing the contract stamped and completed, only felt his spirits relax entirely, and everything before him went black.
From now on, he would forget some things...
Wee-woo~ wee-woo~ wee-woo~
In the late night, half-past midnight,
The urgent sound of an ambulance pierced through the quiet night sky, echoing down the road.
In the vehicle,
"Chunlin, Chunlin, please don’t let anything happen!"
Yu Jiang looked at the man lying unresponsive on the stretcher, sobering up from the alcohol in an instant.
Just after finishing the drink, he sent the bald man off and returned, supporting Han Chunlin with another person, ready to take him home.
Tonight, five people drank two whole cases of Yanghe Dream 9!
bottles!
And yet the bald man and the two folks they brought barely drank a little over one jin, the rest all went into their stomachs.
An average of 3 jin per person!
This amount was indeed pushing the limits!