The fat man's upper and lower face were different colors; the part covered by the helmet was light-colored skin, while his entire lower face, including his neck, was dark.
This one is alright. There's another man next to him who only has white skin around his eyes, while the rest of his skin is completely black.
It looks like a raccoon.
Zhou Yunshi was also quite patient, inquiring about the progress of the project while always smiling.
"In principle, it's not possible, but we're so familiar with each other, Mr. Zhou." After saying something, the fat man smiled and handed over a cigarette.
Zhou Yunshi took out that "all-purpose" cigarette again.
Unexpectedly, the other party immediately took out a lighter and was about to light it.
When they get into a good mood, lighting cigarettes and drinking alcohol are common occurrences.
Zhou Yunshi smiled and pressed his hand down, "Not now, my wife is pregnant and can't smell smoke."
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her arm.
"Then let's not smoke, let's drink instead."
"Is drinking alright, my dear sister-in-law?"
The fat man reached behind him, picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of baijiu, and said, "I'm happy today, so I'll drink this first as a sign of respect."
Having said that, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
The raccoon next to him also downed a drink.
"Mr. Zhou, please."
Before the wine glass even reached her, Sun Lifang could smell a strong odor of alcohol.
Then she looked at Zhou Yunshi and drank it.
As someone offered a toast here, another wave surged up from there to offer toasts as well.
Sun Lifang looked at the table and saw that there were already seven or eight empty wine bottles, but the food hadn't been touched yet.
I should have known better than to take this route.
Go straight to the private room on the second floor.
Seeing that Zhou Yunshi was accepting all the drinks and was about to drink again, Sun Lifang took the glass away and said, "That's enough, he can't drink anymore."
Who drinks alcohol all the time without eating any food?
Won't that damage my stomach?
In the noisy environment, Sun Lifang wasn't sure if the other person could hear her advice.
She can't leave now, and Zhou Yunshi has been forced to drink and gotten drunk, so she'll be the one who gets tired when she gets home.
"Does your wife feel sorry for my brother?" the men teased, then waved their hands. "Don't worry about him."
"This is nothing!"
"It's not even half of what it usually is."
But as soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Yunshi wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.
This is especially challenging for someone with social anxiety, especially under the watchful eyes of many.
That's tantamount to suicide.
Sun Lifang, enduring the heat on her cheeks, flew straight to her earlobe.
"He's drunk, I'll take him to rest first."
Zhou Yunshi squinted and, with unsteady steps, pressed down on the woman's shoulder, moving away.
The fat man was stunned.
The raccoon was stunned.
They looked at each other, and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
The raccoon held up five fingers and asked the fat man, "There seem to be only five cups?"
You're already dizzy?
If I remember correctly, Mr. Zhou has a huge appetite.
When he first started dealing with President Zhou, the other party got an entire table of people drunk out of the water, and the stacks of liquor boxes outside were as tall as a person.
Seeing the two people struggling to walk unsteadily in the distance, the little raccoon kindly asked its master, "Should I go and help them?"
"Your wife is so petite and pregnant, it must be very difficult for her."
He was about to go over when he said that.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when her clothes were grabbed from behind her neck.
"Are you stupid?" the fat man scolded.
stupid?
The raccoon stared blankly at its master.
How can you call it foolish to go and help?
Besides, didn't he already ask his master?
He only went after his master didn't say anything.
"When did you see President Zhou walking so strangely?" The fat man squinted and recalled, "Even when he was drunk, he could still walk back properly."
Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?
They're all seasoned foxes, how could they possibly fool me?
As soon as the fat man said that, the raccoon instantly understood what his master meant.
But new questions arose.
"Then this—"
He wasn't trying to pressure someone into paying the bill by drinking with him, so why was he acting like this?
The fat man shook his head and patted his apprentice on the shoulder, "You still have a long way to go, kid."
After saying that, he smiled and sauntered to the next table with his hands behind his back.
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