Chapter 473: Is it okay to drink a little more?
Originally, Sang Zhe thought that this so-called bachelor party would be a social disaster for those not very familiar with each other. It would likely devolve into awkward small talk.
However, after just two or three drinks, the atmosphere in the place spiraled out of control.
“Waaahhh!! Why?!”
Drunk and disoriented, Xiang Zimo clung to Young Master Cao, crying out, “Why can Teacher Sang so easily find so many beautiful ladies, while I’ve been a little master at the National Teacher’s Residence for so many years and I’m still a virgin?!”
“Why do all the ladies who see me instinctively think I’m a heartless scumbag? I say I’ve been single since birth, why doesn’t anyone believe me…”
“But I’ve never even held a girl’s hand in my life. When I go to brothels, I’m the one singing for an entire night! My friends tell me to stop singing and at least touch a girl, but I can’t bring myself to do it!”
“Who isn’t?” Young Master Cao secretly wiped his tears on the other side. “I just don’t understand, why isn’t there a perfect woman like Linghua Fairy in the real world?”
“My dad scolds me every day for being too obsessed with paper figures, only knowing how to indulge in fantasies. He even asks if those paper figures can carry on the Cao family line.”
“He’s simply desecrating my Linghua Fairy! How can a perfect woman like her bear children? Nothing that would mar her beauty should ever happen! I won’t allow it!”
Seeing the two pouring their hearts out, Sang Zhe actually felt a bit of sympathy.
They were, in a way, just two boys suffering from sexual repression. It was clear their mental states were a little off.
But after whining for a while, they came over with tears and snot clinging to Sang Zhe.
“Teacher Sang! Please teach me how to pick up girls! I don’t ask for multiple partners like you, even just finding a well-behaved girlfriend would be great!”
“Sang Ge! Does Linghua Fairy really lack a dog? I really like Linghua Fairy, but they say she likes cats, ooh…”
Sang Zhe: “…Why don’t you two just start over? It feels like your lives have reached a dead end.”
The boys were disheartened, but Sang Zhe turned his view to another corner, which was even more outrageous.
Xu Yourong, drunk and red-faced, stood up and sang loudly, “When you see injustice, shout out! When it’s time to act, act!”
“Back in the big mountains of the southwest, I was so powerful, everyone answered my call! Now I have to work like a dog for this damned Demon Cult, paying back these damned loans every day!”
“It’s so damn frustrating! I hate it!”
Meanwhile, Qin Xiuyuan wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, “Aren’t we also suffering? Born into a royal family, we have no say in anything. If the emperor sends us to die, even hesitating counts as disrespect.”
“Just to deal with an incident with the Demon Clan, we were merely acting, and both ladies ended up using deadly force against our poor old bones.”
“The emperor doesn’t even wrinkle his brow. Not a bit of sympathy for us!”
The two workers looked at each other, then broke down and hugged tightly, crying.
What can I say?
More heart-wrenching.
Thinking about how he also came through life as a worker, Sang Zhe couldn’t help but sigh, feeling a mix of emotions.
Fortunately.
Now, they were working for themselves.
The dragon slayers had finally turned into the sworn enemies. Sang Zhe had indeed become a wicked capitalist.
The scene over at Old Man Cheng and Young Master was slightly more harmonious. Half-drunk, Cheng Da Yong seriously patted Young Master Sang’s shoulder:
“I’m telling you, it’s not me bragging.”
“In the entire Punishment Department, I’m second only to the boss!”
“Besides the chief, no one has better results than me, more fame, I’m the most respected.”
“After all, I’ve fought alongside the boss for countless years—blocked blades, taken hits, visited brothels, and escorted goods. You see this scar—”
Cheng Da Yong pointed to a scar on his left chest, looking at Huo Ming, who was entranced, “This was from when the boss was hunted down and had nowhere to run! I blocked more than ten vicious figures, took seventy or eighty blades so the boss could escape!”
“Seventy or eighty blades… why is there only one scar?” Young Master Sang blinked in confusion.
“…Ahem, because I intentionally left this scar untreated.”
Old Man Cheng looked mysterious, “This is proof of my loyalty to the boss!”
Although Sang Zhe racked his brain for a long time, he couldn’t figure out where Cheng Da Yong’s fanciful memory came from.
But if he remembered correctly, that scar was from the last time this old man went to the brothel, forgot to bring money, and got cut by an angry proprietress.
He was chased all the way to Sang Zhe’s office, and Sang Zhe had to pay for him.
Out of sheer embarrassment and fear of failing the demon cult’s political review, Old Man Cheng had only dared to ask Sang Zhe to keep it a secret.
Sang Zhe fiercely chewed him out.
At that time, Sang Zhe never imagined that this event in Old Man Cheng’s mouth would become him blocking blades for the boss.
But he didn’t want to expose him. Let him brag; it was fine.
Just in the next moment, seeing Young Master Sang with twinkling eyes, excitedly shouting, “So cool, I want to block blades for Teacher Sang!” Sang Zhe immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly kicked Old Man Cheng out.
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By the time they finished drinking, most of the crowd had collapsed in various positions.
Young Master Cao and Xiang Zimo, two grown men, were hugging each other, drunk and drooling everywhere.
Young Master Cao even held onto Xiang Zimo’s foot, biting it while mumbling in a dream, “Hehe… Linghua Fairy’s little foot… so tiny and fragrant…”
Xu Yourong had passed out at the scene, while Qin Xiuyuan endured his drunkenness, taking Young Master Sang back to their place.
Looking at the mess in the restaurant, Sang Zhe silently sighed.
He had drunk quite a bit too and was feeling a bit tipsy.
But since tomorrow was the big wedding, Sang Zhe had dared not drink too much, controlling his intake.
“…So, was the bachelor party still fun?”
Behind him, Bai Ming, who had taken off his frog hat, suddenly spoke.
“Honestly?”
Sang Zhe blinked, “It was pretty fun.”
It really was quite enjoyable.
Though it didn’t seem related to a bachelor party.
But Sang Zhe hadn’t felt this carefree, laughing with friends in a long time.
He didn’t have it in his last life. The only time he felt this way in this life was when he was drinking with Bai Ming before.
“Glad to hear that.”
Bai Ming smiled wide, then picked up his glass, his bright eyes shimmering as they looked at Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe hesitated, “More to drink?”
“You’re not drunk yet.”
“I can’t dare to get drunk. Tomorrow is the big wedding.”
“What does it matter? I’m not going to force you to drink.” Bai Ming shrugged, “Plus, don’t you think if you drink without getting drunk, it’s like you didn’t drink at all?”
Sang Zhe hesitated for a moment, then raised his glass.
He definitely wasn’t anywhere near drunk yet.
Just a little more…
Shouldn’t be a problem, right?
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