Era: 1962, the rise of vocabulary and related terms

"Xiao Yan, this...this isn't necessary, is it?" Sun Yongkai stammered, trying to stop him, "The sentiment...the sentiment is enough..."

"Yes, yes, Comrade Yan, we have seen your sincerity, it is very much!" Section Chief Yu quickly chimed in.

Yan Xiao sneered inwardly: Now you know you're scared? Why didn't you go easy on me when you were pouring the juice down my throat?

"What are you saying, leaders!" Yan Xiao's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was resolute. "If I haven't made you all enjoy yourselves, then that would be my negligence! This toast must be offered!"

Yan Xiao first toasted Sun Yongkai.

"Section Chief Sun, I wish you continued success in the future and that you'll soon become the director of our steel rolling mill... I'll do it!"

He tilted his head back, drank it all in one gulp, and effectively pinned Sun Yongkai down on the spot.

Then, looking at Sun Yongkai, who was frozen in place with his wine glass in hand, she softly called out, "Section Chief Sun."

Sun Yongkai, now caught in a dilemma, was in a bind. If he dared not drink, wouldn't that be tantamount to publicly declaring that he, Sun Yongkai, had no ambition and did not want to be the factory director?

Who wouldn't want to be the director of a steel rolling mill?

"Alright! Thank you for your kind words!" Sun Yongkai almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out these words, his facial muscles twitching, and forced himself to gulp down the spicy liquor.

As soon as the alcohol entered his stomach, he felt nauseous. His face turned bright red, his brows furrowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He desperately wanted to vomit, but now was not the time.

Next, Section Chief Yu followed the same method.

Section Chief Yu closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and gulped down the deadly glass of liquor.

As soon as he swallowed the wine, he immediately covered his mouth, hunched over, his face turned from red to white, then from white to green, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Finally, there was Ding Mo. He tried to maintain his dignity and refused with a stern face, but how could Yan Xiao give him that chance?

He wasn't in much better shape at the moment.

After drinking three cups of six-qian wine in succession, I had consumed about two liang (approximately 2 ml) of liquor.

However, because of the entry, he was directly immune to the effects of two ounces of liquor. In the end, Yan Xiao only drank a little over one ounce of liquor. His mind was still clear, and although his stomach was a little burning, it was far from the limit.

This is nothing!

Seeing the three leaders putting on a brave face, Yan Xiao had no intention of letting them off easily.

"Come on, boss, let's keep drinking!" He said loudly on purpose, with a malicious lightness.

"That's fine, we're here to eat, as for drinking... just a token amount is enough," Ding Mo said first.

"Yes, sincerity is enough, but you can't drink like that," Section Chief Yu quickly chimed in.

"Xiao Yan, the two leaders agree," Sun Yongkai echoed.

Yan Xiao nodded: "What the leader said makes sense. Then let's change the wine glasses. We'll still use this three-qian wine. Here, let me fill up the leaders' glasses."

"No...no need." Section Chief Yu quickly stopped him.

"How can this be? If the leader isn't satisfied, that's my problem." Yan Xiao directly removed Section Chief Yu's hand.

He tried to stop them again, but they were too drunk to have the strength.

Yan Xiao filled his glass to the brim and toasted the three of them again.

vomit~

Sun Yongkai drank it little by little, and finally couldn't help but vomit on the ground in front of everyone.

Yan Xiao ignored them and looked at the next person: "Come on, Section Chief Yu."

vomit~

Section Chief Yu spat directly into the bowl.

"Come here, Station Master Ding!"

Ding Mo tried to act like a leader and refuse to drink, but Yan Xiao didn't tolerate it at all. He hooked his arm around Ding Mo's neck and poured the drink into his mouth.

Yan Xiao refused to believe that Ding Mo could remember his rude behavior when he was drunk.

vomit~

Ding Mo tried to hold on, but amidst the vomiting sounds of Sun Yongkai and Section Chief Yu, he couldn't hold back any longer and vomited as well.

"snort!"

Seeing the three of them making a fool of themselves, Yan Xiao sneered, "Trying to get me drunk?! Dream on!"

At this moment, Yan Xiao had drunk almost two ounces of liquor, but he was still able to remain clear-headed.

vomit~

After vomiting most of the food in their stomachs, the three of them finally recovered.

"Come on, boss, let's keep drinking!" Yan Xiao suddenly shouted.

vomit~

This sound made the three of them feel nauseous again.

"No...no, I can't drink anymore." Sun Yongkai surrendered first, but Yan Xiao wasn't going to give up. He hooked his arm around Sun Yongkai's neck and whispered:

"Section Chief Sun, don't forget the purpose of your trip. You came for 2000 jin of grain. Now is a golden opportunity; how can you let it slip by?"

The mere mention of food sent a jolt through Sun Yongkai's mind.

"Come on, Station Chief Ding, let's keep drinking."

Ding Mo was at his limit. He just wanted to escape this dangerous place immediately. He waved his hand weakly and said in a hoarse voice, "No... I really can't drink anymore... not a drop... I can't drink anymore..."

"Then about our grain..." Yan Xiao deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"Approved! 2000 catties of grain, approved!" Ding Mo blurted out, wanting only to end this torment as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Station Chief Ding! You're a lifesaver!" Sun Yongkai exclaimed, feeling as if he'd been granted a pardon, and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Station Chief Ding, thank you so much! The 2000 jin of grain has given our steel mill a huge boost. Come on! Let me toast you again!" Yan Xiao said playfully, raising his empty wine glass.

"No...I won't drink anymore! 3000 jin! 3000 jin, okay?!"

"3000? Thank you, Station Chief Ding." Sun Yongkai's eyes widened in surprise.

"3000 catties?! Station Chief Ding, this is like sending charcoal in snowy weather! Such a great favor, how can one cup be enough?! I must toast you properly!" Yan Xiao pretended to reach for the wine pot again.

"No! No! Xiao Yu!" Ding Mo panicked completely, looked at Section Chief Yu, and still wanted him to take the blame.

Unexpectedly, the person was lying unconscious on the greasy table, snoring heavily, with drool dripping onto the tablecloth.

Still dazed and angry, Ding Mo couldn't help but curse, "Useless!"

"As long as I don't drink it, I'll take as much grain as I want."

"How about 5000 jin?"

"5000 jin?!" Ding Mo was startled by the number. He wanted to grit his teeth and refuse, but then he saw Yan Xiao pick up the six-qian wine cup.

"...Okay, 5000 it is, that's the most I can make."

"Thank you, Station Chief Ding, I'd like to toast you!" Yan Xiao picked up his empty glass and drank it down in one gulp, but poured a full glass into Ding Mo's mouth.

"No......"

"Ugh!!!"

Ding Mo vomited again.

After vomiting, his eyes rolled back and he completely lost consciousness.

Sun Yongkai witnessed the whole process. The brief excitement brought by the huge "good news" of 5000 jin of grain could not overcome the strong intoxication in his body.

In his last moments of consciousness, all he could think of was "5000 jin...it's done..." before his head lolled to the side and he collapsed onto the table with a thud, snoring loudly.

"Pooh!"

Yan Xiao spat fiercely at Ding Mo, who was unconscious on the ground, and Sun and Yu, who were completely drunk on the table.

This one gulp released all the humiliation, anger, and repression that had been building up.

Seeing them sprawled on the ground, making a fool of themselves and losing all their dignity, Yan Xiao felt an overwhelming sense of joy.

"You guys made me drink?! Now you know how powerful I am!"

Then, looking at Sun Yongkai, he raised his hand and slapped him twice.

"Wake up, Section Chief! Section Chief!"

No matter how much he called, Sun Yongkai wouldn't wake up, so he could only ask about work tomorrow.

The private room was a complete mess.

Yan Xiao stopped looking at the three drunken figures and turned his gaze to the still-present food on the table.

Hunger surged up at just the right moment.

"We can't waste the food." Yan Xiao rubbed his empty stomach, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating as if nothing was wrong.