"I choose her!"

Matsuboto pointed firmly at Jiang Cheng with a finger.

Jiang Cheng was shocked, her astonishment mixed with anger and fear.

The people at the distillery waiting to be chosen were even more unwilling.

They stood in front of Jiang Cheng, arguing in Hua Xia language.

"You, a grown man, competing with a woman in drinking? Have some shame!"

"Looking like a withered monkey, no flesh on your cheeks, definitely not a good thing."

"If you have the guts, let me do it!"

The group of men, one after another, realized that the other party couldn’t understand them.

"Translator Jiang, translate for them!"

Some of the men shouted at Jiang Cheng, but the frightened Jiang Cheng didn’t respond.

Director Cui also stepped forward, looking at the people from the R side: "This is inappropriate; Comrade Jiang Cheng doesn’t drink."

Matsuboto from the R side sneered, no longer hiding his true intentions, tapping on the agreement signed on the table.

"We’ve signed the waiver agreement, as per the agreement requirements, why can’t we designate the candidate?"

"Everything should be done according to the agreement, wasn’t that what you said yesterday?"

Just as Matsuboto finished speaking, someone chimed in: "That’s right, Hua Xia is known for keeping its word."

Yesterday’s Chi Lang came over with a group of people from R country to show support.

Chi Lang and Matsuboto shook hands without any reservations.

Director Cui finally understood.

The people from R country were doing this intentionally.

They wanted to take revenge on Jiang Cheng.

Director Cui was anxious, what should be done?

Director Mu, the only one present who knew about Jiang Cheng’s alcohol tolerance, kept a blank expression, standing behind Director Cui, resolutely said: "Director Cui, at this point, let Comrade Jiang Cheng participate."

"At most, we’ll forfeit early."

Director Mu said the word "forfeit" with great reluctance, as if it were squeezed out between clenched teeth.

While Director Cui was in a dilemma, Jiang Cheng spoke up.

"If we’re drinking, then let’s drink!"

To outsiders, Jiang Cheng seemed to be stepping forward with a do-or-die attitude, expressing her determination.

"Director Cui, I can do it, I must be able to do it!"

Without waiting for Director Cui’s response, Jiang Cheng walked towards Matsuboto and the others.

"Nice move!"

She praised with a "nice move," which made Chi Lang chuckle proudly: "I hope you can hold out for a while longer and not embarrass your country."

Undoubtedly, Chi Lang was doing it deliberately.

Provoked, Jiang Cheng snorted coldly: "My country will win! Always!"

Chi Lang mockingly looked at the overconfident Jiang Cheng, stepped back, and gestured invitingly: "Please, let’s see for real."

Jiang Cheng stopped wasting words, maintaining a stern face as she stood opposite the withered man.

The withered man never looked directly at Jiang Cheng, but now he began speaking: "I’m called——"

"The name of the loser doesn’t matter."

Jiang Cheng interrupted him, not even looking at him, focusing instead on the small shot glasses on the table: "Let’s use big bowls!"

With immense boldness, regardless of her drinking ability, this spirit in front of the people from R country was enough to make everyone from Hua Xia cheer for her.

"Go for it!"

"Awesome!"

The crowd grew larger.

Not only people from Hua Xia but also many foreign guests gathered around.

At this point, the small shot glasses on the table were replaced with big bowls.

The table was filled with alcohol.

Jiang Cheng boldly opened up, poured the drink, and lifted the bowl.

"Bottoms up!"

When Jiang Cheng said "bottoms up," she chugged down the first bowl of alcohol.

The withered man opposite her snorted disdainfully, leisurely poured his drink, lifted his bowl, and drank.

Also finished a bowl.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Cheng poured another drink, lifted her bowl, and drank again.

The withered man continued to drink along with her.

Bowl after bowl, drink after drink.

By the fifth bowl, everyone was watching Jiang Cheng, seemingly waiting for her to falter.

But no matter how they looked, Jiang Cheng’s eyes seemed to shine brighter.

The withered man from R country started to doubt, was she really unable to drink?

Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng didn’t give him a chance to continue pondering.

She drank one bowl after another, without needing a break, without needing to wait, without needing to sober up.

The withered man was starting to feel uncomfortable from drinking; it was too fast.

By the tenth bowl, while the withered man was drinking, he spilled some alcohol.

In the crowd watching the commotion, an R language translator brought a basin and placed it under the withered man’s head.

"Catch some of it, and you can pour it back to keep drinking, don’t waste it."

"After all, our female contestant hasn’t wasted a single drop."

These two sentences made the withered man not dare to intentionally spill wine from his mouth again.

The returning translator received thumbs-up gestures from the other translators.

How satisfying!

The drinking contest continued.

Jiang Cheng, unfazed and with a steady heartbeat, drank the twenty-third bowl, while the withered R country man was already flushed and his eyes were dazed.

At this point, the R side already realized they had been fooled by Jiang Cheng again.

All that "not being able to drink" was fake!

Chi Lang stared at Jiang Cheng intensely, wishing he could personally go up and bite Jiang Cheng to death.

While simultaneously hating and detesting, Matsuboto also felt a tinge of curiosity toward Jiang Cheng.

How could this woman be so powerful!

In Matsuboto’s impression, women should be at home cooking and cleaning.

The drinking contest reached its final stage, ending with the R side’s withered man spewing alcohol.

Predicting it in advance, Jiang Cheng promptly ducked under the table, with the spewed alcohol hitting Chi Lang, who was gritting his teeth behind her.

Chi Lang closed his eyes.

He swept his hand from his forehead over his whole face.

Jiang Cheng emerged from under the table, considerately looking at Chi Lang with concern, saying: "Mr. Chi Lang, we sell handkerchiefs here; wouldn’t you like to buy a batch?"

Chi Lang clenched his fists, letting out a disgruntled noise from his throat.

Watching this unfold, Jiang Cheng provocatively said: "With that expression... one might think I killed your entire family!"

"Baka!"

Chi Lang couldn’t hold back and cursed, while Jiang Cheng maintained her infuriating demeanor, saying in R language: "There’s no\nBaka, but plenty of turtles. Want to buy some to take back?"

Chi Lang, furious, was about to make a move when Matsuboto pulled him away.

Matsuboto, slightly more composed than Chi Lang, looked at Jiang Cheng and said: "You won, no need to provoke further, right?"

Jiang Cheng sneered.

"Winning is because I’m strong."

"Don’t make yourself the victim, okay? This time it was just your scheme that failed, wasn’t it me who begged you to compete in drinking?"

Jiang Cheng’s words seemed sharp enough to sting, logically countering Matsuboto into silence.

Faced with silence, the withered man who competed in drinking had something to say.

He walked over to Jiang Cheng, with a defiant look in his eyes: "If you hadn’t hidden your drinking ability, I wouldn’t have lost."

"I’ll let you win this time."

Jiang Cheng laughed at the shamelessness of the R countryman.

"Let?"

"In Hua Xia, there’s a term called acceptance, but it’s spoken by the winner to the loser."

"This is the first time I’ve seen a loser say ’let’. If my ancestors knew, they’d crawl out of the grave to ask— ’Do you have any shame?’"

"Of course, I’m not an ancestor, so I can’t speak too civilly. I can only say... you’ve got a lot of nerve! If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play!"