Chapter 1099: Persuading to fight

Old man Zhang was toasted a lot of wine, and soon his face became flushed. As if he could understand Zheng Tulu's thoughts, he glanced at him and aimed the spearhead at Zhao Desan and Lan Mei. His oily face was full of smiles, and he said to Lan Mei with a smile: "Section Chief Lan, you said that as a leader of the unit, you must report your ideological dynamics to the unit at all times. Your ideology has changed, and you didn't even participate in the collective activities today. Your ideological understanding is not enough. You said, shouldn't you carefully report your recent ideological work to the leading cadre comrades of our unit? For example, in terms of feelings, right?"

Zheng Tulu immediately expressed agreement with a smile: "Right, our Secretary Zhang is in charge of the party and government work of the unit, and the ideological and political work of the unit's leading cadres is also part of the division of labor. Xiao Lan, tell me, has your ideology changed recently?" After speaking, Zheng Tulu laughed "Ha" uncontrollably.

Lan Mei had already adapted to this awkward atmosphere, but was targeted by Zheng Tulu and Old man Zhang again. Lan Mei immediately fell into boundless awkwardness again, feeling too ashamed to show her face. The red on her face, which had gradually faded, flushed again, her heart was in a mess, and she didn't know what to say at all.

"Leaders, we finally took advantage of the holiday to come to Sanya to play. Let's talk about work after going to work. Drink, drink, come, Director Zheng, I'll toast you another glass." Zhao Desan saw that Section Chief Lan couldn't deal with these two people at all, so he stood up again, showing his masculine charm in front of her, raised a glass of wine to Zheng Tulu.

Ma Debang, who was on the same front as him, helped out with a smile: "Yes, the leaders of our Construction Committee finally had a meal together. Let's not talk about work. Drink, drink, Secretary Zhang, drink."

Zheng Tulu glanced at Ma Debang sideways, a layer of coldness appeared on his face, and he raised his glass to touch Zhao Desan symbolically with extreme reluctance, and drank a mouthful of wine fiercely. He thought that since Ma Debang was so willing to stand up for Zhao Desan, he would fix him properly. Next, Zheng Tulu not only went all out himself but also instigated others to drink with Ma Debang.

Sensing that the spearhead at the drinking table had shifted from himself to Ma Debang, Zhao Desan couldn't help but be overjoyed, and at the same time felt a bit sorry for Ma Debang being a cannon fodder for him for no reason. Deputy Director Ma, I've wronged you today, Zhao Desan thought to himself, immediately turning from a passive cannon fodder into an outsider who didn't care about himself. Watching Zheng Tulu and Old man Zhang lead other leaders to attack Ma Debang with various reasons and excuses, he winked at Lan Mei with malicious joy, signaling her not to speak, and remained silent with her, acting as an outsider to observe the movement at the drinking table.

Zheng Tulu had long been dissatisfied with Ma Debang coveting his position, but because they were both high-level leaders of the Construction Committee and both party members, he hadn't found any opportunity to fix him. Today, Zheng Tulu originally just wanted to take this opportunity to make Zhao Desan and Lan Mei lose face, but he didn't expect Ma Debang, this guy, to be so ignorant, actually standing on their side and maintaining them, which made Zheng Tulu very angry, directly aiming the spearhead at him, wanting to fix him at the drinking table. Ma Debang's encounter today was really more wronged than Dou E. He wanted to take this opportunity to narrow the relationship with Zhao Desan and climb Su Qing's high branch, but he offended Zheng Tulu, making himself a cannon fodder for Zhao Desan for no reason, and was attacked by a series of "wine cannons" from leaders of the Construction Committee, big and small. Within an hour, he was forced to drink two bottles of white wine, which had exceeded his limit. But the "wine cannons" still attacked one after another. Even if he couldn't drink the wine of other section chiefs and declined, he couldn't refuse the wine toasted by Secretary Zhang and Zheng Tulu for the sake of face. In the end, he poured it into his mouth like boiling water, feeling his stomach full, as if it had overflowed to his throat.

Wine is not a unique product of China, but it is a culture in China, and it is the only place in the world. Especially in officialdom and government units, wine is a science, a technical job. People who have mastered the essence of this science of drinking can drink their way to a successful career, while those who don't drink well will never have a chance to stand out. People who have mastered the essence of drinking have a very accurate grasp of the amount, never drinking one more glass, but can make the leaders happy; those who haven't mastered the essence only drink to death, but in the end, they say things that shouldn't be said because they drink too much, leading to a blocked future. Ma Debang, who was able to drink his way to the position of Deputy Director of the Provincial Construction Committee, should logically belong to the first type of person, but today he met an opponent and ran into Zheng Tulu, who belonged to the same type.

Zhao Desan really felt it was not worth it for Ma Debang's stupid behavior. However, since he was willing to stand out, it had nothing to do with him, so he observed the movement at the drinking table secretly and calmly while winking at Section Chief Lan. Ma Debang, who had a good drinking capacity, finally couldn't withstand the "attack" of Zheng Tulu and other leaders who went all out, and finally vomited in the private room on the spot.

After Ma Debang finished vomiting, Zheng Tulu pretended to help him hammer his back, filled his glass again, poured himself a full glass, raised the glass and handed it over, saying: "Come, Old Ma, let's go another one."

Ma Debang's stomach was burning and uncomfortable, his head was dizzy, and he really couldn't drink anymore. He supported himself and shook his head and said: "Director Zheng, it's enough, it's enough."

Zheng Tulu raised his chin, looked at him arrogantly and asked: "What's wrong? You are not giving me face, the director?"

Ma Debang said with a drunken smile: "No, no, I've had enough today. I'll accompany you to drink to death tomorrow, Director Zheng."

Zheng Tulu's glass was still raised in front of the drunken Ma Debang, looking as if he wouldn't give up if Ma Debang didn't drink this glass of wine, saying: "Then drinking tomorrow is drinking tomorrow. Today I am toasting you, are you, Old Ma, not giving me face or what?" ===== CHAPTER 1100 =====