Chapter 218: A Thousand Drinks Will Not Get Drunk
An Yimo keenly felt the evil light in his eyes, put down his glass and said, "Manager Luo, I do want to work at Longteng Pharmaceutical, but I really have limited energy and can't accompany you!"
Zhao Meng slammed the table: "Miss An, you are not giving Manager Luo face. If you do this, there will be no discussion."
Hao Lingling then advised: "Yes, Xiaomo, just a glass of wine can't dampen Brother Feng's interest."
But An Yimo was very determined and had no intention of compromising.
Luo Feng's face suddenly darkened: "Miss An, if this is the case, I really think you are not suitable to be the assistant to the president. How can an assistant not drink?"
His words already revealed a serious threat, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little solemn.
At this moment, Ye Bufan picked up the wine glass and said, "Isn't it just a glass of wine? I'll drink it for Momo."
After saying that, he directly picked up An Yimo's glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp, and then said, "It tastes so-so."
Xu Yanhong suddenly said dissatisfied: "You...is this wine for you? Do you know how much a cup costs?"
A bottle of Latour costs 10,000 yuan, but one drink costs thousands.
Just as this woman was about to get angry, Luo Feng reached out to stop her.
In his opinion, if Ye Bufan could be made drunk, the effect would not be much different. Even if the overlord forced his bow later, it would be nothing. He believed that An Yimo would not be able to resist even a woman.
"Yanhong, don't talk like that. We are all friends. Since Mr. Ye likes to drink, let's have a drink with him."
After saying that, he raised his glass and signaled again, "Mr. Ye, I toast you this glass of wine!"
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp, and Ye Bufan was not polite, picked up his own cup and drank it all in one gulp.
An Yimo knew that Ye Bufan had good medical skills and that he was good at martial arts, but he didn't know how good he was at drinking.
Seeing him drinking like water, he immediately advised: "Xiaofan, drink slowly, red wine has a lot of stamina."
"It's nothing. It's rare to drink such good wine, so I naturally want to drink a few more glasses."
Ye Bufan looked like he had never seen the world.
At this time, Yuan Zhuo and others saw Luo Feng's thoughts, took turns raising glasses, and toasted to Ye Bufan.
Especially Zhao Meng, this guy relied on his good drinking ability and drank three large glasses with Ye Bufan in one go, finishing the entire bottle.
An Yimo looked anxious next to him
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, but couldn't persuade Ye Bufan.
"You poor guy who has never seen the world, I'll wait and see if I drink you to death."
Luo Feng had a sneer on his face. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time before he drank like this and overwhelmed Ye Bufan, and it wouldn't be too long.
But after all five bottles of wine were consumed, Ye Bufan still had no reaction, as if what he drank was not wine at all. He still looked indifferent and had a mean smile on his face.
"This...I don't believe I can't kill you if I drink it."
Luo Feng gritted his teeth, waved to the waiter next to him again, and asked for the same five bottles of wine.
The people on their side saw that Ye Bufan had a good drinking capacity, so they started to fight, and they toasted to Ye Bufan one by one.
An Yimo naturally saw what these people wanted to do, but there was nothing he could do about it. Ye Bufan always refused to accept anyone who came, and he would drink it all in one gulp as long as someone offered him a toast.
Everyone took turns to fight, but the result was far beyond everyone's expectations. Another five bottles of wine were drunk, and more than half of the 10 bottles of wine went into Ye Bufan's stomach.
Zhao Meng, the best drinker here, was almost drunk, but he still looked calm.
Luo Feng's face became more and more gloomy. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the other party was drinking water.
He now understood that Ye Bufan's drinking capacity was bottomless and he had been pretending to be a pig with them.
If you continue to drink like this, it will be fine even if you drink it and knock others down.
The most important thing is that this is a bottle of Latour that costs 10,000 yuan. Even if a person is not drunk, his wallet cannot bear it.
Thinking of this, he finally gave up on Ye Bufan, picked up his wine glass again and said: "Miss An, everyone has drank so much, why do you want a drink too?
As long as you drink this glass of wine, I, Luo Feng, will protect you from now on in Longteng Pharmaceutical. "
An Yimo also saw clearly how much Ye Bufan drank at this moment, and said with a smile: "Manager Luo, didn't my boyfriend drink for me?"
Luo Feng said: "He is him and you are you. Let's just say whether I will give you the face today or not, right?"
At this point, his face darkened and he looked at An Yimo with stern eyes. He was trying to force her to marry him. If An Yimo didn't agree, tomorrow's interview would definitely fail.
An Yimo hesitated a little. She naturally understood what the other party meant. Normally, she would have jumped on the case.
But not now. After being unemployed for such a long time, she really longed for this job. With no salary for several months, her financial situation had reached the brink of collapse.
Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Meng snapped
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He slapped the table and yelled under the influence of alcohol: "I'm telling you, don't be so shameless. There are so many women eyeing the position of assistant to the president, and you are one of them!"
Yuan Zhuo shouted: "That's right, if you want to work, you must give Brother Feng this face today."
Just when everyone was being aggressive, a joking voice suddenly sounded from behind: "How can you talk to a beautiful woman if you don't know how to be charming?"
"Who? Who the hell dares to talk to me like this?"
Zhao Meng was furious. He grabbed a wine bottle and looked back. He saw two young men standing side by side behind him. One was holding a cigar and the other was wearing a big gold chain, looking at him with a mocking look.
And behind the two young men stood a dozen gangsters, each of them painted a dragon and a phoenix, with fierce looks and murderous intent all over their bodies.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly became scared again. Although he was tall and strong, he could only fight one or two people at most. He was obviously looking for abuse when he was fighting against so many people.
Luo Feng was relatively calm. He turned around and said, "Who are you?"
The young man smoking the cigar blew out a puff of smoke and said, "It doesn't matter who we are, what's important is that our brothers like your woman."
He said to the big gold chain next to him, "Master Fei, which one do you like?"
"I've always liked pure people." Dajinzianzi looked at An Yimo with confused eyes and said with a squinted look on his face, "I haven't seen such a pure woman in a long time. At first glance, she looks like a cheap commodity. It hasn’t been touched yet.”
The cigar smoker smiled and said: "Master Fei, my taste is different from yours. I like coquettish things, and I want this little girl."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and slapped Xu Yanhong's smooth back. It happened to be a break in the music at this moment, and the crisp sound spread throughout the bar, attracting the attention of countless people.
"ah!"
Xu Yanhong let out a scream and threw herself into Luo Feng's arms, "Brother Feng, this bastard took advantage of me!"
In any case, this woman also had sex with him. Luo Feng said angrily: "What do you do, do you know who I am? I am the general manager of Longteng Pharmaceutical..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man smoking a cigar slapped him in the face with a big mouth: "You talk too much fucking nonsense, get out of here, or I will destroy you today!"
"Boy, how dare you touch Brother Feng!"
Although Zhao Meng knew he was outmatched, the time came to show his loyalty, so he took advantage of the drunkenness and rushed forward waving the bottle.
