Most people in Northeast China love to drink locally produced liquor, especially 60-proof liquors such as Dehui Daqu, Taoerhe, and Taonanxiang. These liquors are strong and have a good kick.
As for the so-called "Eight Famous Wines," they are expensive and rare, making it difficult for ordinary people to access, let alone drink.
The VIP building certainly has these famous wines, but they are rarely used for ordinary entertainment; local wines are preferred most often.
The staff member was very honest; he didn't even mention those other things and just listed the ones they usually drink.
Zhao Guangning glanced at Sheng Xiping, as if to ask him what he wanted to drink, since Zhao Guangning didn't know much about Hou Yashuang and the others and didn't know what kind of alcohol they could drink.
"Hey, how about a few bottles of Snow Mountain beer? We're mainly here to talk business tonight. Sixty-proof liquor is too strong; we'll get drunk after just a few drinks."
Sheng Xiping smiled and ultimately chose beer.
The main problem is that Hou Yashuang and his son are both not good drinkers. Last time Sheng Xiping drank with them, he didn't feel anything was wrong, but the two of them almost slipped under the table after drinking too much.
With Zhao Guangning present today, Sheng Xiping didn't want Hou Yashuang and his son to make a fool of themselves, so he simply chose beer.
This stuff has a low alcohol content, but it can make you feel full if you drink too much, though it's not easy to get drunk. You can drink it slowly and talk about things for a while.
Zhao Guangning didn't mind; he was fine with whatever he drank, so he nodded to the staff.
The staff member immediately turned and went out, and soon brought in a case of beer, placing a bottle of beer next to each person. This was called "one bottle per person".
"This is a beer produced in our provincial capital, brewed with spring water. Although it doesn't have the long history of Harbin Beer, it tastes very good."
"Since you're all here in Northeast China, why don't you try one of our bars?" Zhao Guangning nodded and smiled at Hou Yashuang and the others.
"The beer is good, the beer is good." Hou Yashuang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
He vividly remembered the last time he drank with Sheng Xiping. Back at the hotel, the two of them vomited violently; it was an unbearable experience.
The baijiu (Chinese liquor) in Northeast China is too strong; I really dare not touch it again. Beer is much better, with a lower alcohol content.
As he spoke, Zhao Guangning glanced at the table, but couldn't find a bottle opener, and his face immediately darkened.
"Where's the bottle opener? What are you thinking about all day? How are we supposed to open it by hand without a bottle opener?"
"Brother, don't talk about her anymore. She's been bringing dishes and drinks back and forth. Even a good person like her has been confused by our orders."
"It's just a bottle of wine. Are we not going to drink it just because we don't have a bottle opener?"
Sheng Xiping quickly stopped Zhao Guangning from scolding people anymore.
As he spoke, Sheng Xiping picked up the beer bottle next to Zhao Guangning with one hand and used chopsticks in the other to pry it open with force. With a snap, the bottle cap popped off.
Sheng Xiping casually opened another bottle for Hou Yashuang.
At this moment, the staff quickly brought over a bottle opener. Seeing that Sheng Xiping had started opening two bottles of wine, they handed the bottle opener to Peng Dingcheng.
Peng Dingcheng didn't know what he was thinking. When the bottle opener was handed to him, he didn't take it. Instead, he used his teeth to bite the bottle cap hard, pushing it up and down.
The bottle cap must have been pressed down quite firmly, because Peng Dingcheng's face turned red, and he just couldn't pry it open.
"President Peng, there's a bottle opener. Don't put it in your mouth, or you'll hurt your teeth," Sheng Xiping quickly stopped him.
If Sheng Xiping hadn't said anything, things would have been better. But after Sheng Xiping said it, Peng Dingcheng felt that he had lost face.
So he exerted force with his mouth again, pulled the bottle down with both hands, and then shouted "Ah!"
Everyone then saw that blood was gushing from Peng Dingcheng's lips, flowing down his chin.
The sharp, thin tab on the beer bottle cap sliced a large gash into Peng Dingcheng's lip.
Peng Dingcheng grabbed a piece of paper from the table and covered his mouth, but blood still trickled down between his fingers and onto his clothes.
"Quick, quick, get to the Forestry Bureau Hospital right away!" Zhao Guangning shouted as soon as he saw the situation.
"Xiping, you stay here with Brother Hou, I'll go check on him." With that, Zhao Guangning stood up and told someone to take Peng Dingcheng to the hospital.
The staff of the VIP building, the salesman next to Peng Dingcheng, and Hou Mingliang quickly helped Peng Dingcheng walk out.
Fortunately, the Forestry Bureau Hospital and Songlin Hotel are very close to each other, just across the street, only a few steps away.
With Zhao Guangning there, the hospital didn't dare to be negligent; they didn't even need to register, they went directly to the surgeon.
Upon seeing the situation, the doctor quickly administered anesthesia and stitched up the wound. After a lot of work, the wound was finally stitched up and the bleeding was stopped.
In this situation, Peng Dingcheng will not be able to go back for the meal. The doctor asked Peng Dingcheng to stay in the hospital for observation for two days, and for the next week, he will have to drink liquid food through a straw.
Peng Dingcheng was injured, so the salesperson stayed to take care of him, while Zhao Guangning, Hou Mingliang, and the hotel staff returned to Songlin Hotel.
Sheng Xiping and Hou Yashuang sat there chatting, and the food on the table got cold.
The staff quickly took the dishes back down and reheated them, and only then could the group eat in peace.
"You know, this Mr. Peng is really stubborn. He has a bottle opener but insists on using his mouth instead."
"That's it, I can only drink liquids for a week. Ugh, this is so worrying." Zhao Guangning muttered after sitting down.
Tonight, Zhao Guangning and Sheng Xiping were hosting a banquet, which was supposed to be a happy occasion, but Peng Dingcheng's interference ruined most of the mood.
No one was in the mood for drinking anymore, they only had a little bit, and since dinner was late, a lot of the food on the table had been eaten.
Fortunately, while Zhao Guangning and the others accompanied Peng Dingcheng to the hospital, Sheng Xiping and Hou Yashuang had a lot of talk and had initially discussed the cooperation method. The specific details would be gradually refined later.
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