The Dangers of Getting Drunk (Continued)

"Such monstrous crimes...!"

"You're wrong."

Zhao Bai cut her off and said calmly, "This is a vivid practical lesson. You spoiled young nobles have probably only studied negotiation techniques in theory classes, right? Those are collections of rhetorical tricks—how to successfully fool your enemy, followed by detailed explanations of what to do after succeeding. No one ever tells you what happens after failure. Let me teach you."

"First, stay sober at the negotiating table. Never urge someone to drink."

A punch flew out.

Her body bent like a shrimp, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Zhao Bai drove a vicious elbow into her back, beginning the second round of instruction.

"Second, bringing up marrying into someone's family in front of a man with a wife... Have you never been beaten in your life?"

"Urgh!"

Carl sprawled on the floor as if she were dead.

"But marrying into the family and changing my surname... really is the way for both sides to win at the lowest cost... Don't you have feelings for Theresa?"

Zhao Bai planted a foot on her back, cutting Carl off again.

"You really can't read the room, can you?"

he said viciously.

"But since you brought up benefits, I'll take back the first and second points for now and teach you a few more things."

Zhao Bai grabbed her by the collar, flipped her over, and rained punches onto Carl's handsome face without the slightest mercy. As he beat her, he carried out his so-called hands-on education.

"It's not that you can't drink during negotiations, nor is it that you can't discuss cold, hard exchanges of interests. It's just that the two happen to be incompatible."

Zhao Bai said enthusiastically:

"When drinking, it's suitable to talk about vague things like poetry and faraway places,