Chapter 182: A Thousand Cups, Never Drunk

e kid couldn't live nor die in peace.Seeing the venerable Master Ma kneeling before them alongside himself, Tao Wei and his two companions felt a mixture of emotions.They had never taken Ye Bufan, the...An Yimo keenly sensed the evil glint in his eyes, putting down her wine glass and saying, "Manager Luo, I am indeed interested in working at Longteng Pharmaceuticals, but I really have limited energy and can't keep you company!"

Zhao Meng slapped the table hard: "Miss An, you're not giving Manager Luo any face. If this is how it's going to be, there's nothing left to talk about."

Hao Lingling followed suit, persuading: "That's right, Xiaomo. It's just one cup of wine, you shouldn't spoil Fengge's mood."

But An Yimo was very firm and had no intention of compromising.

Luo Feng's face suddenly darkened: "Ms. An, if that's the case, I really think you're not suitable to be the president's assistant. How can an assistant not drink"

His words carried a heavy threat, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly grew tense.

And just then, Ye Bufan raised his cup and said, "Isn't it just a glass of wine I'll drink for Momo."

After he finished speaking, he directly picked up An Yimo's glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Then he smacked his lips and said, "It's so-so."

Xu Yanhong immediately said with displeasure, “You… Did you drink this for yourself Do you know how much a glass costs”

A bottle of Chateau Latour costs 10,000 yuan, and this glass cost several thousand.

Just as this woman was about to fly off the handle, Luo Feng reached out and stopped her.

In his eyes, if he could get Ye Bufan drunk, the effect wouldn't be much different. Later on, even if he forced himself on her, it wouldn't be a big deal. He believed that An Yimo, just one woman, wouldn't be able to resist him at all.

"Yanhong, don't speak like that. We're all friends. Since Mr. Ye likes to drink, let's have a drink with him."

After he finished speaking, he raised his glass again and toasted, “Mr. Ye, I raise this glass to you!”

After finishing his words, he drained his cup in one gulp. And Ye Bufan wasn't being polite either, picking up his own glass and drinking it all in one go.

An Yimo knew that Ye Bufan was a skilled doctor and martial artist, but she had no idea how much he could drink.

Seeing him drink like that, I immediately advised, “Xiao Fan, slow down your drinking. Red wine has a strong aftertaste.”

"It's nothing, I rarely get to drink such good wine, so of course I want to have a few more cups."

Ye Bufan looked like he had never seen the world before.

And at this moment, Yuan Zhuo and the others saw through Luo Feng's intentions, one after another raising their cups to toast Ye Bufan.

Especially Zhao Meng, this guy, relying on his good drinking capacity, drank three big cups with Ye Bufan in one go, finishing a whole bottle.

An Yimo looked anxiously beside him, but couldn't persuade Ye Bufan.

"You ignorant pauper, just wait and see, you'll die of thirst."

Luo Feng had a cold smile on his face. In his view, it was only a matter of time before he could get Ye Bufan drunk, and it wouldn't take too long.

Even after finishing all five bottles of wine, Ye Bufan showed no reaction whatsoever. It was as if he hadn't drunk anything at all, still maintaining a calm demeanor with a sly smile on his face.

"This...I don't believe you can die from drinking it."

Luo Feng gritted his teeth and waved at the waiter beside him again, ordering five more bottles of the same wine.

They realized Ye Bufan had a high tolerance for alcohol, so they started taking turns toasting him one by one.

An Yimo naturally saw what these people wanted to do, but she was helpless. Ye Bufan always welcomed everyone and drank every toast offered to him.

One after another, everyone took their turn, but the result was far beyond everyone's expectations. Five bottles of wine were drunk again, and more than half of these ten bottles went into Ye Bufan's stomach.

Even though Zhao Meng, who has the best alcohol tolerance here, was already three-pointed drunk, he still remained composed.

Luo Feng's face grew increasingly gloomy. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought the other party was drinking water.

He now understood, Ye Bufan's alcohol tolerance was bottomless, he had been pretending to be a weakling all along.

If you keep drinking like this, even if we all get drunk, they'll be fine.

The most crucial thing is, this is 10,000 yuan a bottle of La Tour. Even if you don't get drunk, your wallet can't stand it.

Thinking about this, he finally gave up on Ye Bufan and once again picked up his wine glass, saying to Miss An, "Miss An, everyone has had a lot to drink, you should have a cup too."

"As long as you drink this cup of wine, I'll have your back at Longteng Pharmaceuticals from now on."

An Yimo now also saw Ye Bufan's alcohol tolerance clearly and smiled, saying: "Manager Luo, didn't my boyfriend drink for me"

Luo Feng said: “He is him, you are you, just say today whether you give this face or not”

At this point, his face darkened, and he stared intently at An Yimò. This was a test, a pressure tactic. If An Yimò refused, the interview tomorrow would definitely be ruined.

An Yimo hesitated, she naturally understood what the other party meant. If it were any other time, she would have readily agreed.

But now it's not possible, having been unemployed for so long, I really crave this job. After months without a salary, her finances are on the brink of collapse.

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Meng slapped the table with a loud bang, his voice slurred from the alcohol, "Listen, don't be ungrateful! There are plenty of women eyeing the position of the president's assistant, you're not special!"

Yuan Zhu cried out: "Exactly, if you want to work today, you must give Face to Brother Feng."

Just as everyone was pressing in, a teasing voice suddenly rang out from behind them: "Dogs without manners, how dare you speak to a beauty like that"

"Who Who the hell dares to speak to me like that"

Zhao Meng was furious, he grabbed a bottle of wine and turned around. He saw two young men standing behind him in a row. One was smoking a cigar and the other had a thick gold chain around his neck, both looking at him with mockery.

And behind the two young men stood a dozen or so hoodlums, each with elaborate tattoos and fierce expressions, radiating an air of menace.

Seeing this, he suddenly wilted. Although he was tall and strong, he could only fight one or two at most. Confronting so many people was clearly asking for trouble.

Luo Feng remained relatively calm. He turned back and said, "Who are you"

A young man, puffing on a cigar, exhaled a plume of smoke and said, "Who we are doesn't matter. What matters is that your women have caught our brothers' eyes."

He said to the large gold chain beside him, "Feishao, which one do you like"

"I've always liked pure girls." Da Jinzi stared at An Yimo with a dazed look, his eyes narrowing. "I haven't seen such a pure woman in ages. She looks like a virgin who's never been touched."

The man smoking a cigar smiled and said, “Fei Shao, my tastes are different from yours. I like the bold ones. I want this girl.”

After that, he reached out and slapped Xu Yanhong's smooth back. It happened to be during a pause in the music, and the crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire bar, attracting the attention of countless people.

"Ah!"

Xu Yan Hong let out a scream and immediately threw herself into Luo Feng's arms, "Feng Ge, this bastard took advantage of me!"

Anyway, this woman had slept with him. Luo Feng angrily roared, “What do you think you’re doing Do you know who I am I’m the General Manager of Long Teng Pharmaceutical…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the young man smoking a cigar slapped him hard across the face: "You shut your damn mouth and get out of here! Or I'll kill you today!"

"Boy, you dare to touch Brother Feng!"

Although Zhao Meng knew he was no match for his opponent, when it came time to show loyalty, he took a swig of alcohol, brandished his wine bottle, and charged forward.

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