Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

"We're all comrades, so it's not right for you to say that. You just said I'd drink one cup, and you'd have to drink three," the technician said deliberately.

Xu Damao wasn't going to fall for it, so he immediately changed his tune.

"Comrade, I originally wanted to keep you company like this too. But I heard the leaders praising you all, saying you're masters of drinking. Gods of wine. If I were to do this, it would be disrespectful to you and to you. So please don't do what I'm doing, drinking one or three cups at a time. Let's drink one cup at a time, come on, I'll drink with you until we're satisfied, okay?" Xu Damao said righteously.

The technician wasn't looking for trouble, so he nodded when he heard a suitable excuse.

Xu Damao quickly picked up the wine glass, clinked it against the technician's glass, and then downed it in one gulp.

In just a moment, a fiery hot stream flowed from my mouth into my stomach.

Xu Damao quickly picked up another piece of vegetarian food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

No wonder when I came in, I saw that the foreigners were eating all the meat dishes on the table, while the leaders were only eating vegetables. It turns out they were used to weigh down the wine.

"Good drinking capacity, comrade, you really have a good capacity for alcohol. Come on, let me have another drink with you." Xu Damao quickly picked up his glass, refilled the other man's glass, and then poured himself a glass as well.

The technician, despite drinking for a while, remained quite sober, glancing at his own glass and then at Xu Damao's.

"Comrade, we're all family here, we don't lie to each other. Look at your glass, and then look at mine." He said, pointing to his own glass, which was almost overflowing, and then to Xu Damao's glass, which was still far from full.

"You are a guest from afar, so how can I have more than you? Therefore, my wine is slightly less than yours. However, this glass is probably a little too little. Look, let me add a little more." After Xu Damao finished speaking, he added a little more wine to his glass.

Xu Damao was in a bind. He had originally planned to use some tricks, intending to fill the other person's glass a little full and leave his own glass a little empty, so that little by little, the other person would definitely drink more.

But who would have thought that this person, whoever had drunk so much, could still see so clearly and understand everything in an instant? There was nothing else to do but refill his glass.

"I see. You Chinese people really respect these customs. Come on, let's have a drink to our friendship." The technician raised his glass and gave it a light toast to Xu Damao, then downed it in one gulp.

Xu Damao looked at the wine glass with some hesitation, then gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and downed it in one gulp.

Then Xu Damao quickly picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

We have to do it this way, otherwise he'll get drunk in just a few drinks. Eating and drinking at the same time like this allows him to drink more.

It's a pity that the table was full of meat dishes, and there was still so much meat left. He had never eaten anything so delicious before.

He Yuzhu is really something. Last time I went to his house, I only ate a little bit of pig lung, and I thought it would be spicy. I didn't expect that He Yuzhu could make it so delicious even without spice. I'll have to find a chance to ask him to make this meat again next time.

But while Xu Damao was thinking, the man wouldn't let him go.

"Comrade, we can't do this. We have to keep drinking, for the sake of our friendship." After saying that, without waiting for Xu Damao to pour the wine, he picked up the bottle and filled both of their glasses to the brim.

"Come, to our friendship." The two drank a glass.

"Comrade, come, to the friendship between our countries." This friendship is great enough, let's have another drink.

"Come on, let's have another drink to celebrate this day for all of us here." One drink after another.

"Comrade, come on, let's continue, for our..." It really was one cup after another, one cup after another, cup after cup.

Xu Damao didn't know how much he had drunk; he only remembered that the person opposite him kept talking about friendship, one glass of wine for every friendship, and he had already drunk three bottles of wine.

At that moment, Xu Damao felt like crying. He stared longingly at the door of the private room, wondering why the cafeteria manager hadn't arrived yet. Wasn't he just going to the restroom?

Did the cafeteria manager fall into the toilet? Should we send someone to retrieve him?

At that moment, the cafeteria director was chatting with He Yuzhu, talking about all sorts of things.

Anyway, he had already pulled someone over, and he himself couldn't drink anymore. Now he just wanted to chat with He Yuzhu. He thought this day was quite easy to talk about, and he could chat forever. As long as the private room didn't close, he wouldn't leave.

He Yuzhu also found it strange that the canteen director was sitting here chatting with him.

Didn't the cafeteria manager know that he had been talking about everything from the early days of the People's Republic of China to the present? He even wanted to start from the Republican era. This was the first time he had ever realized how talkative his cafeteria manager was.

They talked about everything under the sun, without repeating a single word.

He Yuzhu felt like he couldn't keep up with the cafeteria director's pace anymore.

Meanwhile, the cafeteria manager was beaming with pride. He felt much more comfortable now, no longer having to drink with those people. He could simply enjoy his warm soup slowly, and life was truly comfortable.

Inside the private room, Xu Damao stared blankly at the full glass of wine in front of him.

"Comrade, let's raise another glass to the friendship of this machine." Xu Damao didn't know why machines could have friendship; he only knew he had to drink another glass.

But now his vision was blurry, and he really couldn't drink anymore, even if he was eating food while drinking.

He couldn't help but look at the leader, hoping the leader would help him.

But Li Huaide had already turned around. He had figured it out: the young man next to him couldn't hold his liquor. If he started talking to him now, he would probably have to drink with him, which he wasn't going to do.

So he deliberately turned around and chatted with Section Chief Wang from the Publicity Department, while also drinking with the expert next to him.

As for Xu Damao, he's not one of his men. He's from the logistics department, not the propaganda department. What does it have to do with him?

Xu Damao looked around and felt as if he were on a battlefield, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and his comrades had abandoned him.

Now he needed to figure out a way to escape this hell. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Yes, the leader is from the logistics department. Isn't there another person in the logistics department?

Thinking of this, Xu Damao quickly tugged at Li Huaide's sleeve.

"Boss, turn around, I need to talk to you about something."

Li Huaide pretended not to notice and continued waving the wine glass in his hand.

Seeing that Li Huaide didn't move, Xu Damao moved his stool and continued speaking.

"Boss, if you say the word, I'll bring you another expert at drinking parties."