Chapter 19: Jiang Chen Arrives, His Head Split Open
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Chu Yan truly had some tolerance for alcohol; otherwise, half a jin of Moutai would have knocked her out on the table.
“President Zhao… *urp*… let’s discuss the cooperation first. If I drink any more, I’ll really get drunk. After we sign the contract, I’ll happily have a few more drinks with you!” Chu Yan covered her mouth, trying not to vomit, staying clear-headed as she negotiated with Zhao Ruixing.
As long as the contract was signed, it didn’t matter if she got drunk and had Yao Bing escort her home.
Seeing Chu Yan’s condition, Zhao Ruixing didn’t press too hard—there would be plenty of chances to get her drunk later, no rush for this round.
He smiled and said, “President Chu, to be honest, the 36 acres of lakeside land are a hot commodity now. You’re not the only one interested.”
“I understand what you mean, President Zhao. Chu Group is willing to show utmost sincerity in this cooperation and hopes to be given priority consideration,” Chu Yan replied earnestly, fighting the effects of the alcohol.
“If I didn’t intend to prioritize Chu Group, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you now,” Zhao Ruixing smiled knowingly. “Someone’s willing to offer one billion yuan for the lakeside land. May I ask how much Chu Group plans to offer?”
Chu Yan’s headache worsened upon hearing this. She had already estimated five hundred million yuan, which was no small sum, and Zhao Ruixing had just doubled it—a lion’s demand!
“I like drinking. If President Chu can drink with me until we’re both satisfied, a few billion yuan can be negotiated!” Zhao Ruixing smiled and hinted.
Chu Yan sensed an opportunity, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, and bit her lip to ask, “May I ask, President Zhao, how can I drink to satisfaction?”
“President Chu is straightforward, so I’ll be straightforward too. One glass of wine equals one billion yuan!” Zhao Ruixing answered cheerfully. “If you can drink ten glasses, I’ll give you the lakeside land for free. How about that?”
Chu Yan was tempted but the problem was she couldn’t drink ten glasses.
But one glass was one glass; if she could manage five, that would be a success.
“All right! But I drink slowly. I hope President Zhao won’t mind?” she agreed, the drunken boldness rising.
“Of course not, President Chu, please!” Zhao Ruixing smiled, extending his hand to toast.
What followed was a long ordeal of drinking. Chu Yan felt it was a test not of capacity but of willpower.
With astonishing determination, she downed five full glasses, drunkenly leaning back in her chair, eyes hazy. “President Zhao, I really can’t drink anymore. Five billion yuan it is—let’s sign the contract!”
“Is that so? I think President Chu can still drink. How about I feed you?” Zhao Ruixing teased, rising and approaching her.
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Zhao Ruixing looked at Chu Yan’s flushed, drunken face—so alluring and seductive—that a wicked fire ignited within him. The mixed scent of her perfume and alcohol intoxicated him. Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss her.
“Smack!”
Startled, Chu Yan instinctively slapped Zhao Ruixing’s face.
Caught off guard, Zhao Ruixing staggered back, shattering the glass in his hand. The spilled wine soaked his pants and wet his shoes.
“How dare you hit me? Damn it!” Zhao Ruixing raged, slapping her back with such force that Chu Yan fell off her chair to the floor.
“Chu Yan, what the hell are you pretending? You’re not pure—you just got drunk for money! You want to sign a contract? After I’ve had my fun with you, maybe I’ll consider it!”
Zhao Ruixing grinned wickedly as he grabbed Chu Yan’s hand, intending to take her to a hotel room.
“Bang!”
At that moment, the private room door was kicked open, and Jiang Chen stormed in.
“Damn!”
Startled, Zhao Ruixing cursed and turned, “Who the hell are you? Who let you in? Get the hell out!”
Jiang Chen’s face was icy cold as he saw Chu Yan lying drunk on the floor. If he hadn’t been passing by after using the restroom and overheard her name, she might have been in grave danger.
“What are you looking at? I told you to get lost! Don’t you understand human language?” Zhao Ruixing shouted, pointing at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen entered the room, grabbed a chair, and advanced toward Zhao Ruixing.
“You… what do you want? I warn you, I’m from the Zhao family. The head of the Zhao family is my father’s cousin. If you don’t want to die, you’d better kneel and apologize!”
Zhao Ruixing backed away, boasting of his connections and threatening Jiang Chen.
“Boom!”
Jiang Chen swung the chair down on Zhao Ruixing’s head. Terrified, Zhao Ruixing closed his eyes and covered his head with both hands.
“Crack, crack… ahhh!”
The precious wooden chair shattered. Zhao Ruixing’s arms were broken, his head bleeding as he lay on the floor, screaming in agony.
Dropping the broken wood, Jiang Chen knelt beside Chu Yan. She struggled to keep her eyes open briefly before passing out again.
Jiang Chen lifted Chu Yan, realizing she was not just drunk but severely alcohol poisoned. He laid her on the nearby sofa, preparing to use his energy to purge the alcohol from her system.
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“You little bastard, you’re doomed! If you walk out of this room alive today, I’ll stop being a Zhao!”
Zhao Ruixing’s face twisted in pain and blood as he roared curses.
The loud commotion attracted curious guests outside, who gathered at the door to watch.
“Holy crap! Someone dares to hit President Zhao at a Zhao family hotel? Who gave him the guts?”
“The last time someone went on a drunken rampage here, they broke both hands and got thrown out. This guy dared to smash President Zhao with a chair—he’ll end up broken all over!”
“Didn’t you hear? President Zhao said he won’t let him leave alive. This guy’s got no way out!”
The guests gawked at Zhao Ruixing’s bloodied head, shocked. Their eyes on Jiang Chen were like those of a grim reaper.
“Look! The head of the Zhao family is here!”
“Didn’t expect the Zhao patriarch to be alarmed. This guy won’t even have a chance to run!”
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