Someone's thinking of you

As Hu Gang watched, dumbfounded, a gulping sound was heard. A three-liang cup of baijiu was downed, truly in one go! Anyone who couldn't handle baijiu would absolutely refuse to drink a whole cup at once, as it would choke them.

Hu Gang, being an old drunkard, naturally understood this. He himself needed two large gulps to finish a cup. Yet Zhang Hao had downed it in one.

Damn, he had played it too well before, pretending he couldn't drink! Hu Gang was a big guy, all fat. Fat people either couldn't drink, or once they could, their physique gave them an advantage.

Even Chen Ling and Wang Yi, who were just watching the spectacle, were stunned. This wasn't drinking; it was like drinking water! Even drinking water wouldn't be this exaggerated!

After a long while, the drinking session descended into chaos! It was basically three against one.

Only then did Zhang Hao realize how formidable Qin Fen'er was. Her alcohol tolerance was truly no weaker than Hu Gang's. Zhang Hao guessed Hu Gang could handle five to six jin of baijiu, and Manager Qin was likely around that level. With Peng Dahai lurking, even if Zhang Hao had a capacity of ten jin, he could easily capsize.

As they kept pouring cup after cup, Hu Gang was already intimidated. He had downed four bottles, Manager Qin had about three, and Peng Dahai, who had been pacing himself, had only finished one and a half. Zhang Hao, meanwhile, had drunk at least five bottles.

Mi Feng kept egging Zhang Hao on, telling him to go all out and that it was fine!

With the promise, Zhang Hao began to counterattack. He called the waiter over and asked for four beer mugs.

Everyone stared at Zhang Hao, dumbfounded.

Manager Qin even chuckled, "General Manager Zhang, are you planning to rinse your mouth with beer?"

Zhang Hao grinned, "The glass cups are too small, not satisfying enough... Bring the beer mugs!"

This audacious move shocked everyone. Was he planning to drink a whole bottle at once?

And indeed, Zhang Hao intended to do just that. With this counterattack, he believed no one would dare challenge him to a drinking contest again.

A single bottle didn't even fill a beer mug, but Zhang Hao didn't add any more. Any more would have been truly terrifying.

Zhang Hao stood up with a smile, raised his beer mug, and said, "General Manager Peng, let's have one!"

Although Peng Dahai was also a heavy drinker, he had never drunk like this before. He was already feeling intimidated. Hu Gang's eyelids twitched. Manager Qin was also shocked. She had intended to step in and take some of the drinks, but she realized that if she intervened now, she would definitely drink herself to death today. She, too, was intimidated.

Hu Gang stood up. He had no choice; he wanted that design promotion project. Before he could steady himself, Zhang Hao said, "Gangzi, don't rush. After I finish with General Manager Peng, I'll toast you!"

Seeing this, Peng Dahai couldn't back down. Zhang Hao was clearly toasting them one by one, one bottle per person, after three rounds. If he chickened out now, Zhang Hao probably wouldn't drink anymore.

"Alright! Cheers!" Peng Dahai gritted his teeth and drank.

Zhang Hao finished his drink calmly and quickly, then flipped his cup upside down to show not a drop remained. He smiled, "One more drop, and I'll drink another bottle!"

Peng Dahai found it incredibly difficult to drink, but he was still tough. He had said he would drink it, so he drank it. Although he drank slowly, he finished it mouthful by mouthful. Afterward, he couldn't even speak, just sat on his chair, gasping for breath. He was dizzy, his face was purplish, and he had essentially reached his limit.

The good thing about baijiu was that whether you drank it slowly or gulped it down, once you reached your limit, it would hit you. Unlike yellow wine or red wine, by the time they took effect, it would be too late.

Then, Zhang Hao didn't even touch the food. He had another bottle with Hu Gang, still without eating, and then another with Manager Qin. Finally, he sat down with a smile and said, "I'll eat a couple of bites of food now. I've had my fill of drinking..." In reality, he felt as if the alcohol was being absorbed by his nano-machines, and he felt no drunkenness at all.

The dishes today had barely been touched. The two young girls ate very little, having been engrossed in the drinking contest. Their appetites were small to begin with. As for the others, even Hu Gang hadn't eaten much, his mind solely focused on drinking.

During the process, Zhang Hao went to the restroom, relieved himself, and returned, still energetic.

Peng Dahai was also nearing his limit. While Zhang Hao was in the restroom, he patted Hu Gang's shoulder and said, "Brother, the project is yours, but you have to toast General Manager Zhang with a drink!" He pointed to the beer mug and then glanced at Manager Qin.

Hu Gang was both surprised and delighted. He decided to go all out. His alcohol tolerance was also nearing its limit, but drinking one more bottle wouldn't be a major problem.

Manager Qin had nothing to say. She was Peng Dahai's subordinate and was usually the one to fend off drinks. She couldn't back down now.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Hao returned, he picked up his beer mug and said, "I felt a bit full after the first round. I feel much lighter after going to the restroom. Let's have another round, haha! If we're drinking, let's drink to our heart's content!"

Holy crap!

Peng Dahai immediately caved. Looking at Zhang Hao's demeanor, he could easily handle another three bottles. But he couldn't anymore. He knew clearly that if he drank one more bottle, he would end up in the hospital. This was a pace that could kill someone! Between going to the hospital and saving face, he immediately conceded, "Brother, I admit defeat... I can't drink anymore!"

Hu Gang, being quick-witted, immediately stood up and said, "Brother, I'll drink with you. Consider it my toast to you!"

Zhang Hao didn't intend to force anyone. Since they admitted defeat, that was enough. Forcing the other party to drink more could lead to trouble, even if they were the hosts.

He had one drink with Hu Gang. Hu Gang also caved. Even with his immense tolerance, he couldn't withstand this kind of drinking. He then had another bottle with Manager Qin. Finally, everyone settled down.

Having stunned the three of them, Zhang Hao checked his records. He could accurately record how much he had drunk, just a little less than ten jin. Hu Gang and the others' calculations were rough; they all felt Zhang Hao had drunk at least a dozen bottles. Spilling drinks was normal. What looked like a bottle of alcohol might only have been eight liang, especially when many people were drinking.

Peng Dahai was completely convinced. Zhang Hao's alcohol capacity was a bottomless pit. What was even more terrifying was that Zhang Hao drank so quickly and in such large quantities, yet his complexion didn't change at all. He looked the same before and after drinking, which made people feel completely uncertain. They decided it was best not to challenge him to a drinking contest again. Spending money to court death was something they should do less often.

Peng Dahai put his arm around Zhang Hao's shoulder and whispered, "Be careful lately. Someone might cause you trouble."

Zhang Hao's heart stirred, and he whispered, "Who?"

Peng Dahai was a bit drunk, but he still had some restraint. He shook his head and said, "I just heard... Heh, I'm not sure who exactly..."

Zhang Hao asked, "What kind of trouble? You can tell me that much, right?"

"Heh, I really don't know..."

Zhang Hao regretted it a little. He should have poured another cup in a glass cup at the end. Then, he might have said something. But it was okay if he didn't; he had the Great God, who should be able to find out.

As expected, Zhang Hao heard it, and Mi Feng, who could hear everything, immediately began his investigation. He had previously given Peng Dahai a nano-machine, and this time it proved useful.

The Great God Mi Feng wasn't omnipotent, so he controlled Peng Dahai and induced him to get the answer. Therefore, there was no rush.