Chapter 145 Admonition
Zhang Jian urged Wei Yang to drink, but Wei Yang waved his hand and refused.
With a faint smile on his face, he picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and slowly swallowed it before saying, "I told you I came here to eat because of the smell. I won't drink today. You guys drink. Don't let someone who can't drink spoil the fun."
Of everyone present, Wei Yang was the highest-ranking, and even if Director Zhang came, he would have to give him face.
Director Zhang is at the regimental level, while Wei Yang is only half a rank lower than him.
Zhang Jian is a sociable person who is good at reading people and knows how to read between the lines. After offering a few more words of advice, he saw that Wei Yang still insisted on not drinking, so he gave up.
Zhang Jian said while smoking, "You don't drink alcohol, but do you like tea? My dad has a lot of good tea; I'll get you some tomorrow."
Wei Yang put down his chopsticks, lit a cigarette, and a hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes as he opened and closed them. "Tea is something cultured people like. Do I look like a cultured person to you?"
Zhang Jian laughed and said, "You're definitely more educated than me. I heard you went to a military academy."
Amidst the laughter and conversation, it's unclear who started the toasting, but after a round of drinks, many people's faces turned red.
Wei Yang said he came to eat, but he put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.
He was certain that he didn't have to pay for this meal.
They might keep track of the expenses, but no one will actually pay them.
After several rounds of drinks, many people at the table were drunk.
Wei Yang glanced at Lao Zhao next to him. This guy had a lot of food in his bowl and had eaten a pile of lamb ribs in front of him.
Just as Lao Zhao said, he did come here to eat.
Seeing Wei Yang looking at him, Old Zhao specially put the last piece of lamb chop in the bowl on his plate and gave it to him. He said with exasperation, "Eat up, all you do is smoke."
Old Zhao sighed inwardly, thinking that Wei Yang was too concerned about saving face. He had already said he was there to eat, so why was he putting on such an act?
This feast is quite rare, hurry up and eat! What an idiot!
Wei Yang glanced at him, amused, and thought that Lao Zhao was just Zhang Jian's drinking buddy.
The term "fair-weather friends" best describes the relationship between Lao Zhao and Zhang Jian.
When the wine on the table was gone, Zhang Jian called out to the door a few times, and a woman brought in two more bottles of wine.
The room was filled with smoke and the stench of alcohol, and the waitress held her breath.
Seeing Zhang Jian's eyes darting restlessly over the woman's body, Wei Yang reached out and said, "Give it to me."
The waiter, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, handed him the bottle of wine and immediately left the private room.
The man next to Zhang Jian commented on the waitress from earlier, saying, "She's alright looking, but she's not very meaty."
With a flushed face, Zhang Jian said in a boastful tone, "Xiao Li, who used to be my girlfriend, not only had delicate skin, but her skin was also as white as milk. It's a pity that she's married now and doesn't want to be with me anymore."
Someone said, "If she doesn't want to be with you, there's nothing you can do?"
Zhang Jian snorted and boasted, "Do you think I'd let her off the hook? I told her that if she wasn't willing, I'd tell her man about us, and she still obediently continued to be with me! I don't know which bastard reported me these past few days, but my dad found out and gave me a good scolding. I'm already so old, and he still scolds me."
Everyone laughed heartily.
"Brother Jian is right, there are plenty of women. Didn't the health center recently get a new nurse? She's very pretty, with a big butt and a bit of meat on her bones, but I heard she's married and has had children..."
Upon hearing these words, Wei Yang could no longer sit still.
He felt nauseous and vomited.
These men also have mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters at home. He couldn't understand how they could say such things to other men's wives and daughters.
It's true that birds of a feather flock together.
Wei Yang glanced disdainfully at Old Zhao, who was blushing and laughing heartily.
Just as he was about to lift his leg, he heard Zhang Jian say, "In terms of beauty, the woman I saw in the 25th Company was the prettiest. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, with fair and clean skin, tall stature, and an air of intellectualism about her."
Someone asked pointedly, "Brother Jian, tell us, what's so great about intellectuals?"
Zhang Jian smacked his lips and said, "I can't explain it to you guys. Anyway, if you see that woman, you'll want to marry her. I'd be willing to wash her feet every day."
Wei Yang frowned. When he heard him mention the "woman" of the 25th Company, who was tall and had the air of a cultured person, the only person he could think of was Song Lubai.
Wanting to hear what happened next, he sat back down, his buttocks still raised.
Old Zhao, who was standing to the side, glanced at Wei Yang and said, "Is the woman you're talking about surnamed Song?"
Zhang Jian nodded, "It's that woman."
He shook his head regretfully, saying, "She belongs to the Commercial Department and will be leaving in a while. If she were in the Sixth Branch..."
Which man present did not understand the unspoken meaning in his words?
Wei Yang's fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.
Seeing that the other men were starting to inquire about Song Lubai's situation, Wei Yang coughed, drawing everyone's attention.
His gaze locked onto Zhang Jian, and he said, "Comrade Song is from my hometown."
Old Zhao chimed in, "Did you take the apples you got last time to her?"
Old Zhao was afraid that Zhang Jian would act recklessly, so he spoke up at this moment to deliberately remind Zhang Jian.
Old Zhao quite enjoys these feasts with food and drink. He always eats until he's stuffed whenever they come, and he doesn't care what others say; he just listens to it for fun.
Wei Yang was called over by him. If he and Zhang Jian got into a fight, how could Old Zhao face people in the future?
Wei Yang nodded slightly, his dark eyes fixed on Zhang Jian.
Even though Zhang Jian was still quite drunk, his sharp, eagle-like eyes brought him back to his senses.
He laughed and said, "Hey, I get it, brother, I get it. I, Zhang Jian, would never bully a brother's woman. A woman like Comrade Song deserves a man like you, Brother Yang. I was rude just now, so I'll punish myself with three drinks."
Just a moment ago he kept referring to "that woman," but now he immediately changed his address to Comrade Song.
Wei Yang had seen through Zhang Jian's character and was no longer willing to stay.
After Zhang Jian finished his three glasses of wine, Wei Yang stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll head back now."
Old Zhao looked around and then stood up, saying, "Brothers, I'm leaving too."
After the two left, Zhang Jian slammed the cup on the table. The cup rolled and rolled until it landed on the floor with a crisp sound.
"Come on, Zhang Jian, keep drinking. It's just a woman. She's not on our side. Why bother with her?"
Zhang Jian snorted coldly, drunkenly thinking of something good, and grinned lewdly.
Outside the restaurant, Old Zhao rubbed his round belly and said, "Don't walk so fast."
Without turning his head, Wei Yang said, "I advise you not to go to Zhang Jian's dinner parties to freeload anymore."
Old Zhao jogged over and said, "If there's free food, I'll definitely go. Only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a bargain."
"I'm telling you, Wei Yang, you're just too thin-skinned. You just sit there smoking, pretending to be something you're not, and you're not even filling your stomach..."
Wei Yang stopped and said to him seriously, "I'm only warning you this time. If something happens next time, don't regret it."
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