What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 23

Alcohol is a contradictory existence.You can say that wine is a gut-piercing poison, but you have to admit that there is really no happiness without wine when the guests are full; you can say that many diseases are caused by wine, but at the same time you have to admit that wine has carried the history of China for thousands of years. cultural heritage.

Women don't understand why men have to drink to solve everything, and men don't understand why women don't understand the importance of alcohol culture.

In the first two years of engineering sales, Song Song worked very hard. Whether it was with customers, colleagues, or leaders, he would drink too much every time he had a drinking party, and he would vomit in a mess every time he went home.

Until last year's company physical examination, Song Song was found to have alcoholic liver disease, high blood lipids, high uric acid and many other conditions.

Relying on his young age, Song Song didn't care about these at first, but it aroused Ding Rui's great worry. Because of drinking, Song Song often argued with Ding Rui.

Although I know that my wife is really worried about me, but the business of sales is like this. If you don’t drink alcohol in those business occasions, who the hell wants to talk to you? How can you talk about business?
It wasn't until a time of alcohol poisoning that Song Song had to do gastric lavage and hang a bottle, tossing and tossing all night before waking up.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Ding Rui with dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

Ding Rui cried and said to him: "You drink so recklessly, so what can you do even if you make a lot of money? I don't want money, I don't want the luxury houses and cars you mentioned. Grow old together with me. Isn't it all right for me to make such a small request?"

After that night, Song Song rarely drank as much as before.On some occasions where he has to drink, he also tries to show as little as possible, keeping the amount of alcohol within half a catty, and pushes away the dinners among colleagues as much as possible, and even does not hesitate to work overtime in the company.

It is precisely because of these changes that he became a bad salesman in the eyes of vultures.

In the eyes of these salesmen, if you don't drink alcohol, you are a gross salesman?

But this time, Song Song has decided to fight without reservation, so he will undo all the seals and let them see what kind of person is the person who was nominated as a gold medal salesman in the first year of employment!

Perhaps it was because the drinking party had just started, and everyone was very concerned about face, no one deliberately asked Song Song for a drink, and they all respected Mr. Zhao first according to the rules.

The small wine glasses were filled with two coins, which didn't look like much, but each toast started with two glasses, and each toast was worth ten glasses of wine. The total amount added up was quite a lot.

Everyone in this circle finished toasting, and basically everyone drank about half a catty, which is not a low amount.

At the end of the first round, Song Song had already drank three pots of wine. His face was flushed, his head became groggy, and he couldn't eat any more food.

But for tonight's situation, this is just the beginning.

It’s finally time for hypocritical people to take off their masks of hypocrisy and start to become truly active.

Lao Hu held up the jug and respected Song Song. After all, he was a person in the winery. Lao Hu's drinking capacity is really good. At this time, he didn't feel the same, and his articulate words were still clear when he spoke: "Manager Song, I am very happy. I like your character, with the boldness and sincerity of the northerners, drinking is really enjoyable. Let's stop using small cups and let the pot be flushed, how about it?"

Song Song hurriedly poured the wine in the small wine glass into the jug, stood up and raised the jug with a smile and said: "Mr. Communication, I clearly feel that you can definitely be regarded as an expert in the industry. I will learn more from you in the future, how can I ask you to toast? In this way, good things come in pairs, let's drink two!"

Lao Hu was taken aback. Seeing Song Song's appearance, he seemed to have drunk too much. He thought this pot was a fatal blow, but he didn't expect Song Song to propose to drink two in a row.

He looked at Mr. Zhao who was next to Song Song. With a calm smile on his face, Mr. Zhao raised his palm up, signaling him to drink as much as he wanted.

Old Hu let out a long breath, said "OK", and drank the wine with his neck raised.

Although this wine is only 42°, drinking such a jug of wine in one go would be a bit overwhelming even for an old wine vat.

Lao Hu almost spit it out, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.He took a few breaths before he recovered, looked up at Song Song again, only to find that Song Song was no longer in his position.

Eh?What about people?You won't go under the table, will you?
Lao Hu was about to bend down to lift the tablecloth in a daze, but suddenly he felt an arm put on his shoulder.He turned to look, startled.

Song Song was holding a bottle of white wine that had just been opened, putting one hand on Lao Hu's shoulder, and pouring wine into Lao Hu's jug with the other: "Mr. Hu, I will ask you for advice in the future. Whether the choice here is Zhengshang or Changyu, I hope to have a long-term friendship with you and learn more from you!"

"No, no, you must be more professional than us. I learned from you..." Lao Hu has not seen such a drinker for many years, and the pot of wine still feels stuck in his throat. He is really a little Cowardly.

Song Song not only brought wine, but also brought his own jug. He filled a jug for himself, picked up the jug and touched Lao Hu, then stopped talking nonsense, and raised his neck to "ton, ton, ton" the wine drank it down.After drinking, he wiped his mouth, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Hou Chuang next to Lao Hu, smiled faintly, turned and returned to his seat.

Come on, next!
Hou Chuang swallowed, a little dazed.

This thing is a bit fierce!

Lao Hu looked at his pot of wine and wanted to drink it, but he was more worried that he would spit it on the table.He looked distressed and said to Song Song: "Xiao Song, let me slow down and eat two bites of food."

Song Song stood up, and said sincerely with a blushing face: "Mr. Hu, you are a senior according to your seniority, and you are an elder according to your age. You took the initiative to toast me. I should have had a drink more than you. As a junior, The awareness and quality that a junior must have. I will fill this glass of wine for you, but you must not drink it, or I will have to drink two more glasses, how can I drink it?"

Everyone at the same table laughed and eased Lao Hu's embarrassment. Mr. Zhao raised his hand and patted Song Song's shoulder lightly. The disgust in his eyes was greatly reduced, and it was replaced by appreciation and concern.

Song Song turned his head and smiled at Mr. Zhao, shaking and waving his hands: "Mr. Zhao, I'm fine! I can still go on!"

Hou Chuang was signaled by Mr. Wang's eyes, and at this moment stood up bravely holding the jug: "Manager Song, I... I respect you..."

Without hesitation, Song Song got up and picked up the jug: "Manager Hou, I think what you Mr. Wang said is really right. Although we will compete in the future, in private, we should be brothers. Brothers How can I drink one in between? I need two!"

Hou Chuang's face turned ashen for a moment, but he still had the courage to drink two pots with Song Song, but just after he drank the second pot, he couldn't hold back the turbulence in his stomach, turned his head and sprayed it all over the floor, and vomited "Wow!" up.

On the other hand, Song Song, although his chest heaved violently and almost vomited, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Mr. Wang's complexion was a little ugly, he was about to stand up and continue to respect Song Song with the jug, but he didn't expect that Mr. Zhao next to him held his shoulder and stopped him abruptly.

Mr. Zhao picked up the hot towel handed over by the waiter and said while wiping his hands: "I see everyone is having a great time drinking today, so that's about it."

With Mr. Zhao speaking, Mr. Wang naturally had no choice but to ask the driver and Li Rui to help Hou Chuang, who could no longer walk, and exited the private room with a smile but a curse in his heart.

"Old Hu, please see Mr. Wang and the others." Mr. Zhao put down the hot towel, but he didn't intend to get up.

After Lao Hu left, only Mr. Zhao and Song Song were left in the private room.

Song Song's face turned pale. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand firmly and fell back to his position. His chest heaved and fell, as if he was about to vomit at any time.

Mr. Zhao shook his head and muttered, "Why bother?" Then he raised his hand and called the waiter: "Bring me a bucket."

The waiter hurriedly ran out and brought a plastic bucket back to Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao put the bucket next to Song Song, and said with a half-smile: "Don't hold it in, throw it up."

Song Song didn't bother to say thank you, leaned over and held the bucket and vomited.

(End of this chapter)