If you don't drink, it'll be difficult for us to close this deal.
On his way back to S City, Jiang Chuan met someone on the road.
A girl squatting by the roadside crying.
The hospital is right behind her.
The combination of these visual elements makes one's mind conjure up many heartbreaking behind-the-scenes stories.
She cried very intensely, not the kind of crying that you have to scream out loud, but the kind of silent pain where she covers her mouth and tries her best not to make too much noise and disturb others.
She was trembling all over and crying so hard she could barely breathe.
Jiang Chuan paused for a moment and watched for a while longer.
It was late at night, and only a few pedestrians occasionally passed by on the road, but none of them paid much attention to the girl.
Who hasn't cried their heart out in the street a few times when they were young, whether it was in their heart or outwardly?
Jiang Chuan was pondering his magical abilities, trying to figure out how to calm the girl down. Should he set off fireworks? Or...?
The magical girls' fancy abilities are really useless after all...
At a time like this, I have absolutely no idea how to use it.
Of course, this is also related to Jiang Chuan's own inability to comfort people.
The reason he delayed his schedule and stopped was because when a person is alone, it is very difficult to break free from negative emotions.
Humans are prone to self-destruction.
Moreover, judging from the girl's appearance, she must have suffered some major blow.
Just when Jiang Chuan was at his wit's end, the Earl returned.
He leaped out from a rift in the space next to Jiang Chuan with elegant movements, just about to inform Jiang Chuan of the great magical number and his return to the mortal realm.
Jiang Chuan suddenly had a good idea.
He simply grabbed the count by the scruff of his neck and pushed him forward, his intention quite clear.
Jiang Chuan thought to himself that the furry texture was very soothing.
The count successfully received his thoughts and was somewhat speechless: "Using me to comfort others? You're high-definition, you're 1080P."
Although the count was speechless with anger, he still obediently approached. It was clear that he was experienced in this line of work, first sneaking closer with cat-like steps, and then letting out a soft meow.
To attract a girl's attention.
Then he continued to approach, gently brushing against the girl's trouser leg. His intention to comfort her was quite obvious.
He raised his head, his light golden eyes so clear, reflecting the girl's red, tear-filled eyes.
The girl was indeed moved. She reached out tentatively to touch the count, tears streaming down her face as she did so. In a moment of overwhelming emotion, she hugged the cat tightly to her chest.
"Waaaaah, Mimi... Thank you, Mimi..."
The count outwardly responded with a soft, meowing sound, but secretly turned his head toward Jiang Chuan with a smug expression.
The only downside is that this "Mimi" thing is really tacky; it has a name!
Call him Earl!
The skill points are very well mastered.
Jiang Chuan silently commented from behind, only now truly believing that the Earl really did enjoy massages from female college students.
Previously, everyone thought the Earl was just bragging.
After spending a lot of time with this cat, it's hard to believe that its inner self, which is so different from its appearance, could win the hearts of girls.
He waited silently on the side, without urging the count.
The count was busy enjoying the girl's caresses. After the initial feeling of showing off wore off, he became immersed in the gentle embrace of her.
Naturally, no one noticed Jiang Chuan standing behind them.
The young man simply stared at the man and the cat, his face slightly pale. The aftereffects of overusing his abilities were still lingering, and his lips were pursed.
There is a subtle, barely noticeable curve.
Their eyes were deep, as if they were looking beyond the two people, a human and a cat, who were snuggling together, to see something much further away.
After the girl's mood improved significantly, Jiang Chuan prepared to go home, without even thinking of bringing the Earl along.
The Earl himself, with his short legs, broke free from the girl's embrace, meowed twice as a farewell, and then hurried after Jiang Chuan.
"She seems to have encountered something unbearable." The Earl was curious and wanted to ask Jiang Chuan if he knew what had happened.
“Everyone will encounter such things in their life,” Jiang Chuan said calmly. “When anyone is subjected to excessive pressure and pain, they will become irritable, aggressive, depressed, and unable to remain rational.”
"Just wait until she calms down."
Humans are so easily destroyed.
A person is able to remain normal because he is in a normal environment, not because he is supposed to be a normal person.
Humans are products of their environment and the sum total of their social relations.
That's why they're trapped in interpersonal relationships their whole lives.
The Earl pondered for a moment, not quite understanding Jiang Chuan's theory, but he didn't delve into it further, as he had something important to tell Jiang Chuan today.
Rewind to a few hours earlier, when Jiang Chuan was preparing to set off to deal with Boss Wei.
Zheng Bo was sitting at the dining table. Today was an important dinner to entertain clients. He had been brought along by his boss, and performance was not the focus.
We brought him along because he has a high alcohol tolerance and can hold his liquor well.
They had to both shield their superiors from drinking and offer toasts while flattering them.
In the business world of China, many things can be resolved over drinks. It's unclear who set this rule or who keeps pushing orders towards the dinner table.
Zheng Bo had already drunk too much; his face was flushed an unhealthy red, and he had neither the strength nor the energy to think about this profound question anymore.
All he knew was that his most important task that day was to work with his colleagues to help the manager close this deal.
If I can't close this deal, my performance bonus this month will be much lower. And I'll get yelled at by the director when I get back. This is unbearable.
Mr. Ding over there was clearly drunk, and he started arguing with everyone sitting at the table.
The manager brought a full team this time, including Zheng Bo, a heavy drinker, Ni Xingwei, who was eloquent, and You Shi, who was good-looking, as well as two other colleagues to create a lively atmosphere.
Mr. Ding was just about to have another long chat with Zhang Yuan about their past glories.
"Mr. Ding, come on, let's keep drinking." The manager enthusiastically stepped in to stop them.
Mr. Ding waved his hand, clearly seeing that Zhang Yuan was getting drunk, so he tactfully turned his attention to Zheng Bo, who was catching his breath: "You're a good young man, you've been drinking with so many people and you're still sober. Come on, let's have another round!"
Zheng Bo felt a little weak; he really couldn't drink anymore.
I wasn't in a good mood at the start of the day because I worked late last night and didn't get enough rest. Then, as soon as I arrived at this dinner table in the afternoon, I was pulled into drinking without even eating anything to fill my stomach.
My stomach is already burning.
"No, no, Mr. Ding, I need to rest for a bit. I really can't drink anymore."
“How can a man say no? Come on, come on, fill it up again.” Mr. Ding was full of energy and even started shaking the glass in his hand that was almost full of wine: “Drink up, drink up, we have to have a good time today.”
The other colleagues quickly picked up their cups.
Only Zheng Bo was a step behind.
The manager's expression darkened: "Zheng Bo, President Ding is drinking with you out of respect, so hurry up and drink!"
"Manager, I can't. I'm not feeling well today. I really can't drink..." Zheng Bo's face was also very pale. He was having some difficulty breathing. His face was still red, but his lips had turned a little purple.
Slightly dissatisfied, Mr. Ding unleashed his final trump card: "Let's have a few more drinks, and we'll consider this deal signed!"
"How about it? My offer is generous enough, isn't it?"
The manager's eyes practically lit up when he heard this. He kicked Zheng Bo under the table several times and urged him in a low voice, "Hurry up, hurry up, drink it! Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted, and I'll see what you do when you get back to the company!"
Helpless, Zheng Bo glanced at Zhang Yuan, whose eyes were also sharp, and could only pick up his wine glass.
His hands trembled violently, and before the wine even reached his mouth, he spilled half of it.
Thinking about how I'm getting married soon, needing to buy a house, and all the expenses here and there, I just close my eyes, tilt my head back, and swallow it all down.
The alcohol tastes absolutely awful.
I don't know if it's the wine that's hard to drink, or life that's just too difficult.
But Mr. Ding didn't care about any of that. He wasn't the one suffering. He just felt that his authority was awesome, and his mood returned to pleasant.
One cup.
Two cups.
The last cup.
After Zheng Bo finished his last glass, he was about to stand up and toast President Ding back. He had prepared his toast in his mind and was about to say it when he couldn't hold it in and vomited.
It's common for people to vomit at drinking parties, so the manager quickly sent two colleagues from the atmosphere-building team to handle the situation.
Then they heard the atmosphere team shouting in a panic, "Brother Zhang, he's vomiting blood! Zheng Bo is vomiting blood!"
Immediately, people in the private room frantically called an ambulance and helped Zheng Bo out. The pleasant atmosphere froze instantly because of that.
Ding Pengxing's enthusiasm immediately vanished, and he scolded, "Why didn't you say you couldn't drink earlier? It makes me seem like I'm being unreasonable."
The manager apologized, "President Ding, don't be angry. I think Xiao Zheng might have been a bit too stubborn today."
Zhang Yuan followed the manager's lead and managed to calm the atmosphere at the dinner table.
The live stream was quickly cut off.
That's right, tonight's dinner party was also live-streamed. Mr. Ding is a post-90s generation, who usually likes to live-stream on short video platforms in his spare time. He enjoys being a teacher and giving guidance to younger people.
Unexpectedly, this live stream mishap occurred.
Ding Pengxing's staff quickly went to handle the follow-up matters and wrap things up.
Back to the present, the girl squatting by the roadside crying outside the hospital was Zheng Bo's girlfriend.
The two had been in love for many years and were about to get married, so they planned to jointly buy a house before the wedding.
I never expected this to happen today.
You should know that stomach bleeding, especially stomach bleeding caused by drinking alcohol, can be fatal.
If it weren't for the timely rescue—
The girl couldn't even imagine how much alcohol Zheng Bo had consumed before this incident was exposed due to his stomach bleeding. He always waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, all my efforts have paid off."
"It's okay, I'm fine. My family has a long tradition of being able to hold their liquor."
But isn't that how the stomach gets ruined little by little by drinking?
I can never touch alcohol again.
After crying, the girl wiped away her tears. She had to go to work the next day, so she needed to settle things with Zheng Bo first.
Ding Pengxing's branch offices specialize in public relations and internet-related matters, and have extensive experience in handling and managing internet public opinion crises.
So even if it involves popular topics such as drinking culture, the contemporary workplace, and the hardships faced by young people.
The matter was still suppressed.
It's not very popular online; it's only spreading on a small scale, so as long as it doesn't cause any major trouble, it's fine.
Jiang Chuan only found out about this on the morning of the second day. It was also an accident. The Earl saw it on social media and asked him if it looked familiar.
So that's what happened yesterday.
So that's why...
Jiang Chuan slowed down his workout, wiped his sweat, and looked slightly tense.
The count thought he had taken two steps back without leaving a trace.
According to the ancient texts he consulted, the words in Jiang Chuan's eyes should not be underestimated.
Given Jiang Chuan's current rate of magical power growth, coupled with his imperfect control, if he were to get truly angry and his emotions were to fluctuate wildly, he might unleash a magical rampage and injure an innocent little cat like Him.
The most important thing I wanted to tell Jiang Chuan yesterday was that he had to learn how to control his abilities.
You need to practice more regularly so that you can be more stable when using it.
"Okay, I understand."
Jiang Chuan simply said that, then tidied up and prepared to go to work.
He seemed unaffected by the incident, and the count tilted his head in confusion.
On the phone screen, which the Earl couldn't see, Jiang Chuan reposted the event using the account @FreeArtist—it was a direct re-encounter of Boss Ding's live stream recording.
Finally, through the usual manipulation of trending topics, a harmless trending topic in the entertainment industry was pushed down, successfully bringing the matter into the public eye.
The story of "forcing someone to have a stomach hemorrhage" may seem exaggerated, but it is actually based on a true story.
When I was researching, I came across even more outrageous and dramatic stories, but I can't go into too much detail.
To put it simply, it's about forcing employees to drink alcohol, and if they refuse, they get chased and beaten up...
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