The wine flowed freely, and the meal was well underway.
It goes without saying that Qi Sheng could hold his liquor; putting away three or four bottles was nothing for him.
At first, Zhou Yu had wanted to challenge Qi Sheng to a drinking contest.
But when he saw Qi Sheng down a bottle of Maotai without so much as a change in his expression, he immediately started looking for a way out.
'Damn, *that's* a real God of Wine!'
He could probably knock back another two bottles and still be fine.
"President Qi, let's call it a day for now. Liu Ya and I have another engagement later. We'll have to drink again some other time."
"Don't worry about the loan. The funds will be in your account within a week."
At the restaurant entrance, Zhou Yu shook hands with Qi Sheng, making small talk. He clearly hadn't forgotten the real business at hand.
After witnessing Qi Sheng's sheer presence, Zhou Yu was naturally eager to cultivate this connection.
