How much could Dong Xuebin drink?
Li Feng did not know. The several Dafeng County officials did not know. Liu Haibin and the military officers' family members and younger relatives knew even less, because since Dong Xuebin had taken up his post in the city, he had hardly drunk with anyone. Even when he did drink, he stopped at the right point and never went all out. Dong Xuebin had felt there was no need for that. Come to think of it, it had been half a year, maybe even a year, since he had drunk like this. Seeing Liu Haibin and the others so determined to get him drunk, Dong Xuebin grew interested as well. Fine, drink it is. Let's see how you plan to get me drunk.
Dong Xuebin called over a waiter. "Come on, pour."
Under Liu Haibin, Wang Yue, and the others' smiling gazes, the waiter filled his glass.
"Xuebin!" Li Feng shot him a look. "You've already had quite a bit. That's enough."
"But they've already toasted me. I can't refuse them that courtesy." Dong Xuebin smiled.
Liu Haibin chuckled. "Director Dong really is straightforward! Come on, then!"
Seeing that Li Feng still wanted to say something, Dong Xuebin lightly nudged Li Feng's leg beneath the table with the tip of his shoe.
Li Feng paused slightly, then gave Dong Xuebin a long look and said nothing further. He knew what kind of person Dong Xuebin was. Though impulsive, he clearly was not stupid. Hell, at only twenty-five, Dong Xuebin had risen to become a Fuchu Level leader at the City Discipline Inspection Committee. If Dong Xuebin were stupid, then Li Feng figured at least ninety-nine percent of Fenzhou City's officials had to be mentally disabled. How could that be possible?
Clink, clink.
Their glasses