Chapter 126: A Massive Bottle of Liquor?!

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The red wrapping, glaring and impossible to miss, was set down in front of Si Shaozhe, making him blink in stunned disbelief.
He held up his hand and jerked it around as if asking, This is a bottle? Are you out of your mind?
Whose liquor is this, a thing as tall as an arm? Did you just drag an entire distillery here?
Why not just show up with a whole brewery and be done with it?

Si’s face had gone hard, his mind cursing under his breath. What kind of person does something like this?
If I had only known it was this big, half of it would’ve been enough for three people to drink.

Lin Yu had cleaned the tableware and handed it to both men. He was new, yes, but he still knew how to keep proper table manners.
Since he was the newcomer and the two before him were seniors, he naturally put in more effort and took the initiative.

Despite his youth and just having graduated, he had never really drunk. The last social outing he had tasted a little, but he hadn’t lingered because he didn’t know anyone well and left in time.

After the first round was poured, Lin Yu lifted his glass and said, “Gentlemen, shall we start with one toast?”

Wang Fei and Lin Yu were fairly familiar through that dating reality show; they often chatted privately. Wang was the first to raise his cup. Si Shaozhe still hesitated, still clearly regretting it.
For a while he had seemed fine, but after time he had collapsed as if he were nothing but a soft eggplant gone limp.

I always said it—if you insist on provoking trouble, trouble comes. He had to goad it, and now he couldn’t keep up appearances anymore.

Wang Fei and Lin Yu exchanged a look; the troublemaking thought came immediately.

“Hey, why don’t the two of us drink? No need to force drinks at the table—especially on someone who really can’t.”

“I think Senior Wang has a point. If someone can’t drink, don’t teach them bad habits. Anyway, he’s a pure, innocent young artist.”

Pure?
Si Shaozhe’s ears snapped up at once. Wasn’t “pure” a word for girls? It’s clearly a girl’s description!
And from their tone, wasn’t there sarcasm in it? Laughing at him as if he were some little doll who can’t drink?
Can’t drink, and then sit at the table with girls?!
No way.

He was beyond angry. A handsome man like this—how could you tell he couldn’t drink?

He accepted the goad anyway, stood up, banged the table, grabbed the glass and poured it straight into his mouth, all in one go.
The hot spirit burned down his throat; his eyes narrowed until they nearly vanished into slits as the mask of pain came on his face.

Seeing him look so ridiculous, the two men couldn’t help but laugh. Then they drank theirs out as well, and Lin Yu, in high spirits, poured himself another.

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“Come on, another one!”
The expression on Si Shaozhe’s face twisted beyond recognition. “I only just finished!”

“At the table, it’s three drinks first, then you can do as you like. That’s the rule.”

He stared at Lin Yu, suspicious. “What kind of rule is that?”
“It’s a drinking-table rule.”

Lin Yu blinked innocently, his face so sincere it almost passed for innocence.

Si thought, well...
Wang Fei shoved the glass right up to him in a way that clearly said he had no intention of letting him refuse.

Both of them were singers; the title “God of Songs” attached to Si Shaozhe came only from fans and publicity accounts. In reality, Wang Fei had debuted earlier, and his backing had deeper clout.
So, in all the other respects where he was under pressure, Si Shaozhe had no reason to refuse Wang.

Besides, with that first glass he had done more than scorch his throat—his sense of moderation had gone up in smoke. He didn’t realize he was already coming up on top yet.

But tell me, who ever admits, You’re drunk? Usually everyone says, I’m not drunk.

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Across the city, in an upscale Western restaurant inside another five-star hotel, three neatly dressed men and women had arrived and taken a private room.
They ordered several expensive dishes, but by the time they were done the food was mostly untouched.

Those three were the agents of the three artists from the hot-pot outing. Under normal circumstances, agents gather from time to time and chat about matters in the industry.
In this circle, information is mostly shared; even different agencies trade resources and bargain things out.
If it benefits all of them, sharing leads to more business for everyone.

Since all three artists had come out to eat together, the agents seized the chance to tighten ties among the people involved.

They weren’t actually hungry. Right after the business talk, they were just about to start eating when the phone rang—
—

On the other side, at a spa, three agents watched their three artists luxuriating in blissful treatments. At the same instant all three agents wore the same helpless expression.
What a scene—those frantic calls made it sound like the artists were already drunk, sprawled on the street, passing out. Turns out two or three of them were still that clear, even enjoying themselves.

What’s this now—“they’re dying, send help,” they said, and yet you ate and drank to the brim before coming here to pamper yourselves. Maybe it’s not a rescue call at all, only jealousy at watching others enjoy themselves.

“Boss, you’re here!”

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When Si Shaozhe heard his manager’s voice, he turned around. His face had gone red-purple, and his words came out thick and blurred—clearly, he was drunk.
His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused; the manager instantly understood that the boy was completely over the edge.

The manager hurried over and helped him stand. Si Shaozhe slumped onto his back, head pressing against his shoulder, mumbling in a daze.

“Hey, hey, brother—if only you had told me before coming, I could have laid out a carpet for you. Heh—welcome!”
“Such a humble welcome from far away—thanks for coming, bro—heh—sorry for the trouble.”

Then came a wet choke: “Ugh!”

Mid-sentence, Si Shaozhe vomited directly out. A nauseating stench filled the manager’s nose at once. His stomach lurched and his face twisted with the urge to retch.
He didn’t dare look down. He had paid a lot for a custom-made suit for today’s signing meeting, but this… this made it impossible to keep.

That suit was gone, ruined.
The tailoring fee will be deducted entirely from this boy’s fee, every bit of it.

“Ji isn’t around, so you think you can start tearing the place apart, huh?”

Seeing Lin Yu quietly trying to hide his face, Su Xiaolin stepped forward and grabbed his ear hard.

“Ah, oi!”
No matter how much he pleaded in pain, Su Xiaolin kept squeezing as if she’d do the same all night.

When she pulled him up, she saw he was in worse shape than Si. He was woozy, red-faced, and even from close by he reeked of dense, sour alcohol. The smell alone made her wrinkle her nose and hold her breath.

“Boss Ji said if you don’t behave, I can deal with you this way.”
“Ji said this is exactly the move you fear most. Once I use it, you’ll obey obediently.”
“You little brat, come back with me right now! Wait till I’m done with you.”

Lin Yu was drunk stiff, unsteady, nearly falling over.
When Su Xiaolin held his ear, the pain cleared his fog a little, and he didn’t dare resist. He hurried off with her.

Before leaving, he waved to the two drinking companions. “I’m heading out. See you tomorrow, folks!”

“What?! You’re just leaving like that?”