A new day, a new year.
Lin Qi had a slight headache.
He had drunk quite a lot the night before. He rarely drank to excess, because he knew how uncomfortable it made people feel.
When he was young, he had tried getting those clients to sign contracts by pouring alcohol down his throat at drinking parties, but in reality, that approach had never brought him any valuable returns.
Back then, many people said that as long as you could drink, you could always land a contract.
But that was not actually true! For those contracts that could be signed after drinking a few extra glasses at the table, both sides had already decided who they would sign with before the drinking even began.
Drinking-table culture was nothing more than a way to create an atmosphere. The client would use all sorts of methods to humiliate the contractor at the table, entertaining himself in the process.
As for clients who had not intended to sign a contract before the drinking began, even if you drank yourself to death, they still would not sign.
On the road to finding patterns, people had been blinded by certain illusions. They failed to see the truth beneath them and treated alcohol as the secret weapon for closing deals.
Of course, it was also possible that people deliberately said and spread such things. After all, some matters had to be covered up and concealed with something...
After dozens of drinking engagements, battle-tested Lin Qi had quickly seen through the truth of the matter. He then quit the sales industry without looking back, and he no longer desperately forced himself to drink.
But those experiences had become the foundation of his glorious throne, allowing him to go farther along this path.
After coming to this world,