Romantic Medical Immortal

Later, under the influence of Yang Cheng downing one glass after another, Zhou Haiping, even though he didn’t want to drink, was conned into having a glass of white liquor.

The man with glasses stood up to block the drink for Zhou Haiping, but it was clear he couldn’t handle alcohol well, and after just half a glass, he repeatedly waved his hand to stop.

Zhou Haiping cursed "useless" in his heart, gritting his teeth, "Secretary Yang, didn’t you say you couldn’t handle alcohol? But you just drank quite a lot."

This kid was definitely tricking him!

Yang Cheng’s face was indeed red, but that was all part of the plan to show Zhou Haiping, yet he was perfectly clear-headed, and even more excited under the influence of alcohol.

He grinned with a drunken look, "I can’t hold my liquor, I’ve only drunk less than a jin. My brothers all drink from jars, and each can drink several jin. Compared to them, I’m just a lightweight."

"What? Several jin?"

Zhou Haiping’s mind buzzed; the kid said he couldn’t drink compared to his brothers.

Trying to get Yang Cheng drunk was completely impossible; at this rate, he would drink himself to death.

"It’s been ages since I drank this happily. Vice Director Zhou, you’re really different from other leaders, so approachable! Come, let me toast you once more!"

Yang Cheng tilted his head back and drank a glass, then blinked at Zhou Haiping, suggesting that if he didn’t drink, Yang Cheng would start crying.

Seeing Zhou Haiping’s stiff pancake face, Yang Cheng felt utterly satisfied, thinking, that’s what he gets for having designs on Kong Lingwen. If I don’t drink him under the table, it’s not over.

Zhou Haiping cursed Yang Cheng hundreds of times in his heart, suppressed his anger, took a small sip, then felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

What an idiot!

Is this kid really brain-damaged, or is he deliberately targeting him!

"Vice Director Zhou, maybe we should stop drinking for now and discuss the business."

Kong Lingwen smiled as she spoke, feeling utterly pleased; Yang Cheng should teach this guy a lesson.

"General Manager Kong, what’s the rush! Vice Director Zhou and I hit it off at first sight, we’re not done drinking yet! Plus, Vice Director Zhou said today is mainly for relationship building; once the relationship is good, those minor issues are no big deal."

Yang Cheng’s voice was resonant and strong.

"You!"

Zhou Haiping was so angry his mouth twitched.

Now he saw it clearly, this kid was doing it on purpose.

Who wants to build a relationship with some punk!

"Yang Cheng, stop talking."

Kong Lingwen was speechless; she knew Yang Cheng wanted to mess with Zhou Haiping, but if he drank him into oblivion, today’s matter would definitely not get resolved.

The next day, when Zhou Haiping wakes up, he’ll definitely delay their procedures indefinitely.

"Alright, since you won’t let me talk, I won’t say anything. After all, I’m your personal secretary! Going out to negotiate means drinking with you; not only do I handle work during the day, but I also have to accompany you to bed. Balancing the demands of day and night, isn’t it easy for me to manage!"

Kong Lingwen: "..."

Why do I feel like hitting him!

Zhou Haiping suddenly felt that this kid indeed had it hard; for a woman like Kong Lingwen at her age, surely she’d be demanding as a wolf. Her little secretary has to work diligently during the day and pay a public penance at night. It’s worse than being a gigolo!

"Vice Director Zhou, don’t listen to him; he’s drunk, let’s stick to discussing..."

"Ms. Kong, I don’t like talking business during meals. Let’s discuss after we finish eating."

Kong Lingwen now fully understood that Zhou Haiping was just trying to take advantage, and unless he got a benefit, he wouldn’t relent.

Actually, Zhou Haiping genuinely wanted to eat at this point, as he had only taken a few bites before Yang Cheng started pushing drinks on him, and now his stomach felt like it was on fire.

He picked up his chopsticks to grab some food; just as he picked up a piece of meat, Yang Cheng snatched it first.

Zhou Haiping furrowed his brows, moved to grab a lobster, and was intercepted again.

Then Yang Cheng started wolfing down food, and the table’s sumptuous feast ended up in his belly. Of course, not everything was gone, but looking at the small leftovers, Zhou Haiping had no appetite at all.

Who the heck wants to eat someone else’s leftovers, not knowing if there are any saliva or germs? If it’s Kong Lingwen’s saliva, he’d be willing to eat, but this kid was infuriating beyond belief.

"Vice Director Zhou, why aren’t you eating!"

Yang Cheng burped, looking innocently at Zhou Haiping.

Zhou Haiping was utterly dumbfounded.

This brat!

He ate all the dishes, and still has the nerve to ask!

Idiot! Why don’t you just eat yourself to death!

Zhou Haiping gritted his teeth, stifling his urge to curse out loud, not just for Kong Lingwen’s sake but as a leader, he couldn’t be so uncouth.

Now that Yang Cheng was full and satisfied, he started pouring and toasting drinks again, determined to drink Zhou Haiping under the table.

But Zhou Haiping wasn’t a fool; no way he’d drink anymore.

Yang Cheng’s eyes darted around, then he suddenly got up and left the room, leaving the three inside puzzled.

Kong Lingwen was even more confused, wondering if he’d left her alone here?

But on second thought, he wasn’t the type to shirk responsibility; he must be planning to continue dealing with Zhou Haiping.

Zhou Haiping paused, looking toward Kong Lingwen nearby, and flashed a lecherous smile, then sat himself in Yang Cheng’s spot.

"Ms. Kong, your secretary is really unreliable; who leaves the boss and runs on their own? But this is good, we can focus on the business."

Staring at her fair skin, charming face, his eyes were filled with infatuation.

"Truth be told, I admire Ms. Kong very much. Since your secretary left, you have no company tonight. Why don’t we..."

Before he could finish, the private room door slammed open, Yang Cheng barged in holding a bottle of red wine.

Zhou Haiping was startled, his grin frozen.

Why is this idiot back!

Just as he was about to score some points, it was ruined by him again.

Yang Cheng quickly moved over, pushing Zhou Haiping to the side, returning to his seat.

"Vice Director Zhou, white wine is too dull. You’re a special guest of General Manager Kong, so I’ll splurge to treat you with a bottle of red wine!"

He loudly declared, placing an opened bottle of red wine on the table.

The man with glasses extended his neck, eyes wide, inspecting cautiously, "This wouldn’t happen to be Romanée-Conti, would it?"

"Oh! Little spectacles, you know your stuff!"

Yang Cheng chuckled, seriously placing the red wine in front of Zhou Haiping, "This bottle of red wine costs two hundred thousand, it’s half a year’s salary for me! If not for entertaining Vice Director Zhou, I couldn’t bear to drink it."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Zhou Haiping almost pop-eyed at the mention, just a bottle costing two hundred thousand; though he’d attended many drinking events, never had he tasted something so expensive.

"Xiaosun, how’d you recognize this wine? Have you ever drank it?"

The glasses-wearing man quickly waved his hands, explaining, "Of course, I haven’t, but last time when I went to an event with the director, I saw them drinking this kind of wine."

Hearing this, Zhou Haiping was quite displeased in his heart, all because of the director adding a "deputy" to his title, now he doesn’t even have the qualifications to sip expensive red wine anymore.