Siheyuan: This is really immoral

After the dishes were served, Lin Zhuang opened three pots of wine and placed them in front of the three people, saying, "The dishes are only of this standard. Today we are mainly here to enjoy the wine."

After a brief eye contact, Deputy Director Li and Li Dabiao decided to use a rotation strategy.

Afterwards, after several toasts, Deputy Director Li and Li Dabiao began to use tactics. After Deputy Director Li raised his glass, Li Dabiao would raise his glass again after a while, and occasionally the three of them would drink together.

There's nothing I can do. I really can't drink any more, especially since Lin Zhuang is such a pretentious guy.

Of course Lin Zhuang saw through their clumsy performance, but just like gambling, they are not afraid of you winning, they are afraid of you not playing.

They accepted everyone who came, but the speed of Deputy Director Li and the others' progress was gradually slowing down. Lin Zhuang started to look a little blurry as he did last time, and shouted:

"No, no...it's always you and I who raise a glass, and you drink to each other."

This round-robin battle is not fair. Lin Zhuang's first bottle of wine was empty long ago, and the second bottle was halfway finished. Deputy Director Li and Li Dabiao had just finished the first bottle. Lin Zhuang pretended to be drunk and shouted loudly:

"Boss, your wine isn't strong enough, give me five more jugs!"

Hearing this, the fat on Li Dabiao's face trembled again, and he said, "Linzhuang, we, we can't drink too much, otherwise my uncle and I will have a hard time when we go home."

"It's okay, it's okay. These are just a few bottles. How can two or three bottles per person be a lot? I remember that Director Li and the Section Chief were big drinkers. I heard all this at the factory. Could it be that these are all rumors? Could it be that the Director and the Section Chief are not capable...?"

How could that person hear that he couldn't do it, but more than three pots of wine for one person was a bit scary, so Li Dabiao still discussed: "How can it be impossible?! However, these ten pots of wine are indeed too much for three of us. My uncle and I are not young anymore, and we can't stand drinking like this."

"Is that so... It's okay, just drink it first. If you can't finish it, we can wait and see."

And so, the wine was served as Lin Zhuang said.

After drinking and chatting for a while, the two were unhappy and even wanted to give up.

There were still two pots of wine left, and Lin Zhuang began to coax him. He was really sharp-eyed. Although Deputy Director Li was indeed drunk, he could still wink at Li Dabiao. Although Li Dabiao refused to drink and said that he had reached his limit, he still couldn't stop.

In the end, all ten kilograms of wine were drunk. Although nearly half of it went into Lin Zhuang's stomach, Deputy Director Li and Li Dabiao were really drunk.

After vomiting twice, Deputy Director Li was already snoring on the table.

After all, Li Dabiao was fat and in his prime, and was more capable than Deputy Director Li. However, he was already staggering when walking, and he shook his head vigorously from time to time, trying to keep himself more awake.

After leaving the state-owned restaurant, Li Dabiao and Deputy Director Li leaned against each other. Lin Zhuang no longer pretended to be drunk and said to Li Dabiao:

"Da Biao, I don't know if I made you happy today. It's okay. We can come again next time. We can go to my house and drink until we are drunk. When you are drunk, just sleep at my house."

Li Dabiao's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but when he heard Lin Zhuang say the word "drinking", he subconsciously shook his head violently, and then said:

"No, no, no... I don't want to drink anymore. I want to go home."

If Deputy Director Li was sober, his reaction would probably be worse than this, but now he basically relies on Li Dabiao for support.

Lin Zhuang was about to say something when he suddenly saw two people walking on the road who looked particularly familiar. After looking closely, he remembered that he had seen them in Chen Xing's yard.

At this moment, he was too lazy to send the two drunks home, so he shouted at them, "Are you Chen Xing's brothers?"

Of course, the two men recognized Lin Zhuang, and they immediately came over and shouted respectfully, "Hello, Brother Zhuang! Brother Zhuang, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lin Zhuang pointed at the two drunkards, Li Dabiao, and said, "They are drunk. Please help me send them home."

The two people originally just wanted to take a walk after dinner, but they didn't expect to be assigned a difficult task. However, they could only complain in their hearts and said:

"It's okay, Zhuang. It's just that... we don't know where his home is."

Lin Zhuang pointed at the fat boy Li Dabiao and said, "He is still sober. Just ask him."

Then, Lin Zhuang took out two dollars from his pocket, put them in their hands, and said:

"Hurry up and take it. You can't refuse it. It's so hot, I can't let you make a wasted trip. If you don't take it, you're not giving face to your brother Zhuang."

"How embarrassing..."

Although the two men said they were sorry, after hearing what Lin Zhuang said, they still carefully put the money into their inner pockets and said to Lin Zhuang with a smile:

"Okay, okay, thank you Brother Linzhuang, we will definitely send them home safely!"

Money makes the world go round. Lin Zhuang didn’t know what their mood was like before, but they must be in a good mood now.

"Section Chief, Da Biao? Wake up, don't doze off. I'll ask two of my friends to take you and the factory director home. Remember to tell them the address."

Seeing Li Dabiao's eyelids twitching, Lin Zhuang hurriedly supported them and urged Chen Xing's younger brothers to support them.

After seeing them walking further and further away, Lin Zhuang let out a very long burp, as if to get rid of all the alcohol in his body.

Then he rode his bike to the small courtyard. On the way, he suddenly thought of something and asked the system:

"Brother Tongzi, can you help me refine the pig fat?"

"Ding! OK. Refining oil once consumes points. The specific amount depends on the amount of raw materials."

At present, Linzhuang has no shortage of points, and is also worried that if Qin Huairu and the others were to refine the oil themselves, the smell might not be covered at all. Worried about unnecessary trouble, he used points to skip this step and said to the system:

"Help me get the suet from two pigs and refine it for me, and the points will be deducted directly."

"Ding! The pig fat is ready."

After Lin Zhuang used his consciousness to take a look at the pork fat in the space, he galloped all the way to the small courtyard.

Arriving at the entrance to the courtyard, Lin Zhuang looked at the tightly closed door, quietly pushed it, and when he found that it was locked from the inside, he nodded with satisfaction.

Boom!Boom!

"Who?"

After hearing Qin Jingru's voice, Lin Zhuang deliberately kept silent, wanting to see how Qin Jingru, the girl with fangs, would react.

"Is there anyone at the door? I won't open the door unless you speak."

Lin Zhuang knew that she was still somewhat alert, so he said, "It's me, your brother Lin Zhuang."