I smiled politely, and they said to me in blunt Chinese: "I never expected that your company would send such a beautiful translator to receive us. If I had known, we would come to Night City often."
Before I could say anything, the driver next to me glanced at me with a meaningful expression, which made me feel like I had done something wrong.
Two taxis stopped in front of the Japanese food store. After getting off, I not only had to open the door of the car in front, but also ran to the car behind to pay.
Entering the store with five Japanese customers, the clerk wearing kimono and wearing wooden clogs led us to a separate Japanese-style booth. The six of us sat on the mats and it was me who ordered the food, but what I ordered was the flavor they liked.
During the meal, we drank for three rounds. These middle-aged Japanese men lived up to expectations and showed their lustful nature. They always touched my hand by clinking glasses with me and drinking.
I was able to hide from the three people opposite me, but I couldn't hide from Nakamura Hiko and Maeda Ryuichi who were sitting on my left and right sides. Especially the former, they drink as much as they want, and from time to time they pretend to sigh and reach out to pat my shoulders and thighs. If it weren't for the words "They haven't signed the contract yet", I really want to slap them.
However, I just thought about this in my mind. Although I am new to the workplace, I always hear people talk about the unspoken rules in the workplace. Now they are just taking advantage of them secretly, so I regard them as dedicated to the company and turn a blind eye.
But I am also a thief. I asked the clerk in Chinese to serve bottled Erguotou, and then tricked several Japanese men into drinking liquor. I want to get them drunk early so that they don't have to go to other places after dinner.
I inherited my alcoholism from my dad, and I have a pound of liquor. I thought that Japanese people usually drink sake, and one or two glasses of liquor would make you drunk, but I underestimated the number of them. There were five of them, and they drank with me.
I was one against five. In addition, I had a bad stomach condition after graduation, so after drinking almost a pound of liquor, I ran directly to the bathroom to vomit.
This time it wasn't retching, it was really gut-wrenching vomiting. My eyes were red from vomiting, and since I hadn't drank for so long, my alcohol capacity had dropped, and now I was completely in a daze.
Not daring to stay in the bathroom for too long, I staggered out on high heels. Just after I passed the corner, I bumped into someone. I was already unsteady, and this collision made me fall directly to the ground. I was so dizzy that I couldn't get up at all.
In the tinnitus, I heard a familiar voice: "Zijin?"
I slowly raised my eyes to look, but my heart suddenly twitched because I saw Chen Wenhang.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking smart and professional, which was different from my impression of him, but it was natural.
We looked at each other for less than five seconds before Chen Wenhang realized what he was doing. He walked over and bent down to pull me.
Without thinking, I pushed him away and stood up on the ground.
When Chen Wenhang saw me faltering, he raised his hand slightly, with a look of surprise and worry in his eyes. He said, "Zijin, who are you drinking with? You drink so much?"
I looked at him coldly and replied: "What? You have a job and social activities, but I deserve to die in the dormitory?"
Chen Wenhang frowned and said in a deep voice, "Do you have to be like this?"
After being drunk, my brain was not functioning properly and my anger was amplified to no limit. Staring at Chen Wenhang, I suddenly said loudly: "What the hell is wrong with me? You did something shameless yourself and you don't allow others to talk about it?!"
My voice was so loud that all the service staff standing in the corridor looked at us.
Chen Wenhang didn't seem to expect that I would be so excited after not seeing him for so long. He stood there and looked at me, with surprise and anger in his eyes, but more... it was unbelievable disgust.
He actually looked at me with disgust...
Although I was drunk, I was still not blind. Sometimes a look in my eyes can make me sadder than countless vicious words.
I felt like my internal organs were churning, and a breath of bad smell mixed with sourness almost made me suffocate.
Chen Wenhang looked at me without blinking. I thought he would say something, but he just looked at me with disgust for a few seconds, and then... turned around and walked away.
The moment I saw him turn around, I really felt what it meant to be heartbroken.
I have never been in such pain since I was a child. Maybe it was because of my temporary fever that my body got ahead of my instincts. Before I could recover, someone had already rushed to Chen Wenhang's side.
I grabbed his arm, stared at him, and said loudly: "Where are you going? Are you looking for Zhang Xinwei?!"
Chen Wenhang glanced sideways at me, frowning, and then his next reaction was to look left and right. He was looking at other people's eyes.
Seeing that all the waiters in the corridor were looking at us, he reached out and tried to push my hand away, and said in a deep voice: "Liang Zijin, that's enough!"