As she spoke, she offered up her red lips, attempting to kiss the other person.
The Dragon King, expressionless, blocked the approaching face with his glass, his voice cold, "Isn’t sixty-forty somewhat unfair?"
"Lord Dragon, you’re really quite sincere. If you think sixty-forty won’t do, fifty-fifty is also fine. It depends on you. Whatever our boss decides is fine."
"Thirty-seventy, I get seventy and you take thirty. If you agree, we’ll collaborate; if not, let’s call the whole thing off."
She couldn’t believe what she had heard. Thirty-seventy, was this some kind of joke?
Sixty-forty was already the boss’s bottom line, yet he proposed thirty-seventy: "Lord Dragon, you must be joking. In this business, we’re the ones doing the heavy lifting. Coming directly to thirty-seventy, isn’t that a bit unfair to us?"
"Then let him come talk to me himself. I’ve never been fond of discussing matters with women. You women, always with some physical antics when discussing matters. If I didn’t have such a good temper, I would have thrown you eight hundred meters away by now, not letting you sit in front of me," the Dragon King said as he downed his glass in one gulp.
Feifei looked frustrated, wondering if this Dragon King was even a man. A grown man faced with a woman throwing herself at him, and yet he had no interest at all—she was almost beginning to doubt her own feminine charm.
"Are you serious?" Feifei asked, somewhat conflicted.
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
"Fine, I’ll go and consult our boss. It’s a big business deal after all," Feifei said, deciding to inform the boss before taking any further action.
At a nearby table, a woman with long legs propped up was drinking with a man beside her, one cup after another, enjoying themselves tremendously.
Xiaofeng’s own tolerance for alcohol wasn’t great, but every time she drank, she poured it all into her space, so no matter how much she drank, she wouldn’t get even slightly drunk.
In less than half an hour, she had already laid out two men.
The man beside her couldn’t believe her astonishing capacity for liquor. It was truly an eye-opener.
My god, she must be possessed by the god of wine, drinking liquor as if it were plain water, one glass after another without even blinking an eye.
No wonder she dared to come to a place by herself.
Xiaofeng raised her eyebrows at the remaining few men: "Well? Still want to drink? Just to be clear, whoever wants to compete with me in drinking has to pay for the alcohol themselves. If you can’t afford it, forget it."
The others looked at each other, trying to gauge how much longer she could drink and whether they stood a chance of drinking her under the table.
"Any more takers? If not, I’m leaving," Xiaofeng declared, noticing a man with a wolf’s head pendant heading to Ye Cheng’s table.
As soon as he appeared, everyone instantly quieted down and returned to their seats.
With her legs crossed, Xiaofeng drank enthusiastically by herself. The sudden quiet, and the wolf’s head pendant on that man—could he be the Wolfman they spoke of?
The Wolfman was quite good-looking, strong-bodied, and appeared only slightly older than Ye Cheng.
"Miss," Feifei approached with a glass in hand, "I’ve heard you can hold your liquor, having laid out three of our brothers. Let’s drink together."
"Sure," Xiaofeng lifted her glass, "I’m bored anyway and just having fun drinking."
Feifei sneered. Such a cocky attitude, let’s see how long you can keep it up.
Feifei clapped her hands, signaling for more alcohol to be brought over.
In no time, the table was lined with dozens of bottles of fine spirits.
"Since it’s drinking, of course, we need some game rules," Feifei said, pouring a cup for each of them, "let’s play rock-paper-scissors. Loser drinks a cup."
In rock-paper-scissors, none of the men here were her match, so she was confident she would win against her opponent.
"Sure," Xiaofeng propped her chin, "sounds fun."
"Indeed, it is. Whoever drinks ten cups first is the loser. If you lose, you must agree to a condition from me. If I lose, I’ll agree to a condition from you." The boss had his eyes on this girl, so naturally, she had to secure her for the boss.
A woman was no big deal
after all, she would always be by the boss’s side.
Other flowers were merely distractions for her and the boss.
Admittedly, the opponent was indeed exceptionally skilled at rock-paper-scissors, Xiaofeng having already drunk five cups in a row. If this continued, she was surely going to lose.
Feifei watched her drink the fifth cup, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, "Little lady, I’m a rock-paper-scissors expert. Playing against me, you’re not far from defeat."
Xiaofeng looked at the self-assured smile on her face and chuckled inwardly.