The rest of the deal could not be discussed at all.
Because Niu Jinxing was drunk—very drunk.
Though he already knew the power of the Fruit Wine, he still could not resist drinking another cup.
He did not even last one dong before collapsing.
The guy clutched the ceramic bottle tightly to his chest, his fat face pressed against its neck, his eyes glazed as he smiled foolishly.
Drool was even running from his mouth!
When Zhang Ying, the group business manager accompanying them, helplessly had the bodyguards support Niu Jinxing away to rest, he still widened his eyes and shouted, "My, my treasure!" He looked ready to risk his life for it!
In the end, they carried him away together with the wine bottle.
The Yunshang Grand Hotel had its own guest rooms, so settling down the drunk Fat Ox was no problem.
"Mr. Gao, I'm terribly sorry," Zhang Ying said apologetically to Gao Jing. "You must have found that quite a sight."
The two sides had originally planned to discuss a major deal that afternoon.
Yet Niu Jinxing had knocked himself out, leaving her quite embarrassed.
"It's fine, it's fine," Gao Jing said with a wave of his hand. "Big Ox is a man of temperament. Let him rest first; we can discuss business tomorrow."
Zhang Ying said gratefully, "Thank you for your understanding." Gao Jing smiled. "You're too polite."
This woman in her thirties looked quite ordinary, but she was no ordinary person.
She had also drunk a cup of Fruit Wine, yet she had handled it far better than Fat Ox.
And Niu Jinxing had personally poured it for her.
That showed considerable respect.
"Your wine really is excellent," Zhang Ying suddenly said. "After drinking it just now, my stomach felt much more comfortable."
Gao Jing