Fang Zhicheng is seen by many as an open-minded young man, but in fact, he is very narrow-minded and very protective. Although he can see that Tong Siqing doesn't think highly of him, at this wine table, he feels that Tong Siqing is in the same camp as him. Seeing Yao Yin jokingly forcing Tong Siqing to eat tortoise whip and turtle whip, Fang Zhicheng is a little unhappy, but on the surface he gives Yao Yin face, smiles and raises his glass, saying: "Director Yao, please don't embarrass Sister Siqing, I'll toast you a glass of wine, okay?"
"Oh, here comes a young man who wants to protect a flower..." Yao Yin raised his wine glass calmly, holding the half bottle of Maotai that had not been shared. "One cup is not enough, at least three cups!"
Seeing that Yao Yin was being too arrogant, Fang Zhicheng sneered, sat down on the chair, snorted coldly, put the wine glass aside, and left Yao Yin aside.
"Xiao Fang, why are you sitting down?" Yao Yin raised his eyebrows and said in a tone of reprimanding his subordinates, "There are rules at the wine table. Don't be so rude."
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Yao Yin and said contemptuously: "I suddenly feel dizzy. I can't drink this wine."
"You..." Yao Yin was the person in charge of the Comprehensive Department of the Municipal Party Committee Office. Even the mayor and the director were polite when they saw him. They didn't expect Fang Zhicheng to be so arrogant.
Tong Siqing knew that Fang Zhicheng had just come out for her, which made Yao Yin angry. Holding the wine glass, she said softly, "Director Yao, I won't eat this scary-looking thing. How about I toast you with three glasses of wine?"
Wang Ke beside him also tried to smooth things over, saying with a smile: "I know Xiao Fang is not feeling well. Since Si Qing is the one who is offering a toast, Lao Yao, please give her some face."
Yao Yin secretly cursed Fang Zhicheng for being ungrateful, thinking that he really thought that since he was the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary, everyone had to carry him around. This was a bit too arrogant, but today it was his immediate superior Wang Ke who was treating him to dinner, and he couldn't make things awkward, so he clinked glasses with Tong Siqing three times and walked down the stairs.
Fang Zhicheng was in a bad mood, so he ordered a drink and chatted with the heads of other departments, but he didn't talk to Yao Yin. Yao Yin also secretly hated him and thought about giving Fang Zhicheng a taste of his own medicine when he had the chance.
Yao Yin is an old man in the Municipal Party Committee Office. He is 38 years old this year and in his prime. If Wang Ke hadn't emerged, the director of the Municipal Party Committee Office would have been his sooner or later. Yao Yin seemed to be talking to Wang Ke happily, but in fact, he had a lot of complaints in his heart. Many people said that Wang Ke had no ability and could only become the head of the Municipal Party Committee Office by flattering and telling dirty jokes.
Seeing that Wang Ke invited the directors of various departments to dinner and also invited two secretaries from the Municipal Party Committee Office to the scene in order to show his loyalty to Song Wendi, Yao Yin still felt aggrieved, so he deliberately made fun of Tong Siqing. Unexpectedly, Fang Zhicheng stepped forward to stop him and then deliberately left him aside.
One can easily imagine the depression in Yao Yin's heart.
Tong Siqing has a good alcohol tolerance, and Fang Zhicheng doesn't drink, so naturally all the pressure is transferred to her. Unknowingly, she has drunk almost half a catty of wine, but Fang Zhicheng found that her eyes did not become dull, but became brighter and brighter.
Fang Zhicheng secretly praised Tong Siqing for being a heroine, and at the same time felt ashamed of his own cleverness. Fang Zhicheng didn't drink much, mainly because he drove. Although he could use his connections to settle the matter if he was caught drunk driving, he was not responsible for his personal safety after all. So Fang Zhicheng gradually controlled his alcohol intake and would not raise his glass unless it was absolutely necessary.
There is another reason, mainly because Yao Yin is too disgusting.
Yao Yin was a celebrity in the Municipal Party Committee compound. It was said that he had a bad character and was a pervert. There were at least a dozen "hookers" in the Municipal Party Committee compound. Seeing Yao Yin teasing Tong Siqing, Fang Zhicheng felt that something of his was being defiled, so he behaved so unkindly.
Fang Zhicheng's aggressive attitude has both advantages and disadvantages. He is Song Wendi's representative. If he gets involved with the leaders of the municipal party committee office, it will have a bad influence. The relationship with these people should be ambiguous, not too close, nor too far away. Only by controlling the degree can we achieve the right path.
Fang Zhicheng spent more than half a year summing up an experience: he only needed to curry favor with one person, Song Wendi, and his relationships with other people were dispensable.
There were twelve people in total, three women and nine men. Among the women, Tong Siqing was the most eye-catching. She became more and more energetic as she drank, and deliberately urged Yao Yin to drink. Although Yao Yin had a good alcohol tolerance, he was already drunk and swaying when he opened the seventh bottle of Moutai.
“Siqing, I didn’t expect you to be a real person who never reveals your identity… Haha… You can become a wine fairy… Haha…” Yao Yin’s hand holding the eight-cent wine glass trembled slightly, his face flushed, and his tongue began to get tangled.
Tong Siqing smiled charmingly, gently brushed her bangs with her jade hand, and said coquettishly: "Director Yao, I think your alcohol tolerance is really good. I admire leaders who can drink well the most. How about we have another drink?"
Yao Yin made a stop gesture and muttered, "That won't do... That won't do..."
Tong Siqing's beautiful eyes moved, she glanced at the others present, and said with a smile: "Director Yao, you have to listen to everyone's voice."
The others burst into laughter. Lao Yao, a man can't say no. Siqing is so beautiful, how can you be so discouraged at the critical moment
Yao Yin had already drunk too much and felt the wine rising to his throat. Seeing that the others were inciting him, the ruthlessness in his heart surged out. He slammed the table heavily, making his chopsticks jump. He sighed and said, "Well, then I will sacrifice my life to accompany this girl... Hehe... Another drink... But this glass of wine must be... Hehe... A toast..."
Fang Zhicheng frowned secretly when he heard this and cursed angrily, thinking that Yao Yin was really a lecher to the core. Even though he was drunk as mud, he still didn't forget to take advantage of Tong Siqing.
Others took advantage of the situation and started to cheer, "Cup to cup! Cup to cup!"
Tong Siqing glanced at Fang Zhicheng with a complicated look, and found that he also showed a look of disgust. She sighed, raised her wine glass and came to Yao Yin, suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and whispered: "Then please have a drink, Director Yao..."
Yao Yin chuckled and reached out his hand, looking at Tong Siqing's pretty face. His originally uncontrollable face looked even crazier, and his mouth subconsciously spit out a sour and smelly smell of alcohol, which made Tong Siqing frown.
"Puff..." Yao Yin was about to hold Tong Siqing's arm when he felt a sudden discomfort in his lower abdomen, and then the wine and food in his stomach gushed out like a fountain. Tong Siqing was startled, and felt her arm being gently pulled, avoiding the disgusting dregs, and then crashing heavily into someone's body.
The noisy table suddenly became quiet. No one noticed what happened just now. They all thought Yao Yin was drunk. No one noticed that when Tong Siqing stood up, Fang Zhicheng came to Yao Yin's right side with a smile, pretending to watch the show, and then hit Yao Yin's lower abdomen with a very concealed punch.
Yao Yin was drunk and confused. After being punched, he had no way of realizing that he was being beaten in vain. His stomach was cramped by the heavy blow and the filth in his abdomen gushed out. Then his brain went blank and he collapsed to the ground.
Everyone thought Yao Yin was drunk, and they all whispered to each other as a joke, so the banquet turned into a farce and then came to an end. As for Tong Siqing, she became famous because of this dinner party. The next day, the news spread like wild grass. Her reputation as a drunkard made no one in the municipal party committee compound dare to challenge her at the table. This is a story for later.
Fang Zhicheng parked the Jetta by the Jade Lake, and could vaguely see the bright lights and feasting on the sandbar in the middle of the lake. Tong Siqing blew the lake breeze, and the alcohol in her body dissipated a lot. She folded her arms across her chest. Fang Zhicheng saw that she felt the cold, and whispered, "It's cold, shall I take you home?"
Tong Siqing shook her head, her eyes as clear as the lights in the lake. She suddenly asked, "Why did Yao Yin vomit?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled, "Isn't it because you can drink too much?" After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. The lake breeze was too strong and the lighter couldn't light it at all. He tried several times, but finally gave up, but still held the cigarette in his mouth.
Tong Siqing found that she was a little confused about Fang Zhicheng. She said that he hated scoundrels, but he would suddenly appear at the critical moment. She said that he was righteous and brave, but now he looked like a gangster. She asked softly, "Did you punch him at that time?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and asked, "Did you see it?"
Tong Siqing looked puzzled and said, "No!"
Fang Zhicheng chuckled and said, "Then don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation!"
Tong Siqing heard Fang Zhicheng say this, which confirmed her guess. She did not point it out, sighed, and said to Fang Zhicheng, "Let's go."
Tong Siqing lives in Nanyuan District, which is part of the old city's new construction plan. It retains the unique style of the Ming and Qing dynasties. If you visit during the day, it's like traveling to another century, but if you return late at night, there is a more gloomy feeling. If you walk among the white walls, blue bricks and gray tiles alone, you will inevitably feel uneasy.
The alley was very narrow, and the Jetta could not drive deeper, so Fang Zhicheng got out of the car and accompanied Tong Siqing to the door. After the heavy door opened, Fang Zhicheng and Tong Siqing waved goodbye.