Later, under the influence of Yang Cheng downing one glass after another, Zhou Haiping, even though he didn't want to drink, was conned into having a glass of white liquor.
The man with glasses stood up to block the drink for Zhou Haiping, but it was clear he couldn't handle alcohol well, and after just half a glass, he repeatedly waved his hand to stop.
Zhou Haiping cursed "useless" in his heart, gritting his teeth, "Secretary Yang, didn't you say you couldn't handle alcohol? But you just drank quite a lot."
This kid was definitely tricking him!
Yang Cheng's face was indeed red, but that was all part of the plan to show Zhou Haiping, yet he was perfectly clear-headed, and even more excited under the influence of alcohol.
He grinned with a drunken look, "I can't hold my liquor, I've only drunk less than a jin. My brothers all drink from jars, and each can drink several jin. Compared to them, I'm just a lightweight."
"What? Several jin?"
