The others at this table, including the director of the marketing department just now, all looked at Ye Qiu with a smile, as if they were sitting and watching the show.

They know the alcohol content of Chairman Yang Fugui, but it is just Maotai. He can drink even if the white beer is mixed with red. This little wine is a piece of cake for him...

So, seven or eight people were not afraid of big things when watching the fun. They kept cheering Yang Fugui, creating a PK atmosphere, hoping that the two of them would decide the outcome.

Yang Fugui didn't care. He picked up a whole glass of white wine and drank it all without saying a word!

He wanted to prove to Ye Qiu that ginger is still so spicy.

Ye Qiu was also not vague. He also drank as much as this old guy drank. Every time he drank, he turned his goblet upside down, without a drop of wine left.

In this way, the two of them blew five glasses of each other and drank all five bottles of Maotai.

This means that Yang Fugui is not short of money. If ordinary people drink a bottle of Moutai, they will feel distressed for half a year, let alone five bottles.

At this time, Yang Fugui's face turned red, his words gradually became more and more, and his steps were staggering. It was obvious that he felt a little uncomfortable when he drank the fast drink just now, and he kept burping.

But for the sake of the man's self-esteem and in order to knock Ye Qiu down, he pretended to be fine and kept pretending to be calm and gentle.

On the other hand, Ye Qiu was the real calm and gentle breeze, with a subtle smile on his face, as if he could forcefully get rid of ashes while talking and laughing.

As the saying goes, the river goes east, the waves wash away, the eternal heroes, the rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up! The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment.

"Mr. Yang, these five bottles of Moutai are not enough to drink. I'm not happy at all. Do you want to have another ten bottles?"

Ye Qiu deliberately was trying to punish Yang Fugui. He had to drink this old guy with stomach bleeding today, so that he would dare to drink the girl desperately in the future!

"And... still drink?"

The old guy said that he was not afraid at all, but his body was very honest and his voice was trembling. He obviously didn't want to drink anymore.

But he couldn't speak it out, he could only pretend to be indifferent, and he had to forcefully squeeze out a smile.

"Drink, why not?" Ye Qiu asked with his hands spread out.

"Okay, waiter, get me another ten bottles of Maotai. Today I won't...don't get drunk!"

Yang Fugui gritted his teeth. He seemed generous on the surface, but in fact his heart was bleeding.

On the one hand, he felt sorry for the money from these ten bottles of Moutai, but on the other hand, he was really unable to do it. No matter how much he could drink it, he couldn't help but mess around!

If he took it slowly, he didn't care. He could grind Ye Qiu to death with years of drinking experience.

But now he is drinking fast wine, and he can't mix it with fake ones at all. One cup after another, he really can't stand it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the waiter went to get the wine, Yang Fugui began to inquire about Ye Qiu's background. He smiled and said, "Brother Ye, you have a good alcohol tolerance. You are really a newborn calf and are not afraid of tigers!

I really want to know, if you let go of drinking, what is your upper limit?"

To be honest, Yang Fugui was already a little panicked. He had to have a rough understanding of Ye Qiu's alcohol tolerance so that he could formulate tactics and drink this kid.

He didn't want to be unconscious after he knocked down Ye Qiu later, so he would not be able to tie Xiao Yunhan to a chair and humiliate him!

“Upper limit?”

Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled like harmless people and animals, and then stretched out a finger calmly.

Yang Fugui didn't understand what this meant, so he subconsciously asked: "A bottle?"

Ye Qiu just shook his head and still didn't say anything.

"Ten bottles?" The old guy guessed again.

Ye Qiu still shook his head and remained silent.

Now Yang Fugui was asked, and he couldn't figure out what this finger meant, so he boldly guessed again, "Is it a box?"

"No, no!" Ye Qiu finally spoke, saying, "I mean keep drinking!"

"Hahaha······"

As soon as these words came out, the people on the table began to laugh, looking at Ye Qiu like a fool, without taking him seriously.

Yang Fugui couldn't hold it back, so he couldn't understand why young people nowadays like to brag so much?

After so many years of driving in the winery, he has seen a giant drink, but the final result is that he is knocked down.

Ye Qiu is indeed drinking well now, but it’s too much for Haoyan to keep drinking. Isn’t it obvious that he should take him seriously?

So Yang Fugui immediately used a color with the marketing department minister beside him, and the meaning was self-evident.

Minister Feng naturally understood it, and walked to Ye Qiu with a glass of wine and said, "Little brother, my brother was a little impulsive just now and said something wrong. Now I apologize to you and punish yourself for a glass of punishment!"

After saying that, this guy drank it all in one go.

Ye Qiu saw that this group of people were preparing to fight on wheels!

OK, let alone a table of people, even if there is another table, what is he afraid of?

Ye Qiu didn't say anything and immediately filled the goblet. He was about to drink it, but was pulled by Xiao Yunhan beside him.

"Ye Qiu, I'll drink this cup for you. You can rest for a while, okay?"

President Bingberg is really a caring little wife now. She feels very sorry for her boyfriend. She is worried that Ye Qiu can’t stand it because she drinks too much, so she takes the initiative to ask to stop the wine.

How could Ye Qiu let his beloved girl drink so much wine? Not to mention that he has nothing to do, even if there is something wrong, he has to force him to drink it!

"It's okay, this little wine can't do anything to me. I just have to trouble you to drive when I go back tonight. I can't drive."

Xiao Yunhan had no choice but to follow Ye Qiu, but she always supported Ye Qiu, worried that he would stagger down.

In this way, Ye Qiu and Minister Feng had three drinks in a row and knocked him down directly!

There were also two ministers who were unwilling to come and have to fight for the wine. Without any surprises, they were put up straight.

Now, Yang Fugui has been drunk three times. The others dare not challenge Ye Qiu anymore. They sat far away and pretended to be dead. No one was willing to be the first to be the one who stood up.

Yang Fugui gritted his teeth in hatred, and then took it with a gritty drum. He drank another five cups of Maotai, and he could no longer hold it.

"Plopped..."

Just a sound was heard, and the old guy fell to the ground, almost falling out of a dog's mouth.

He really didn't expect that Ye Qiu on the opposite side would be like a bottomless pit, and he would have nothing to do with drinking so many glasses.

Judging from the current situation, it is probably not that Ye Qiu was knocked down, but that he was put down and tied to a chair...
Chapter completed!