Chapter 509: Last night, the two of you were in my dorm?

However, Fang Jingwen had already laid out her words, and he had no choice but to accompany her with a smiling face and say: "That's only natural, that's only natural. Our Xiushui Xiang is originally the poorest township; I came down to do poverty alleviation work, and the work isn't done yet, yet I'm using the township's finances to feed people— that definitely wouldn't fly. I'll pay out of my own pocket, and I won't let the public spend a single cent."

Fang Jingwen then said with slight satisfaction: "Fine, anyway you're not short of money— you have a courtyard house in Jingcheng and still hold several million in hand; not to mention a single meal, even eating for three to five years would be affordable."

She was undoubtedly exposing Su Yang's background, and at the same time had another purpose— while joking, she also revealed the fact: Su Yang simply isn't short of money, and wouldn't even look at petty sums of thirty or fifty thousand.

These words truly startled the others. They might not have a clear concept of a proper courtyard house, but hearing that he had two or three million in hand refreshed their understanding of wealth.

Although Gao Fengming knew some things about Su Yang, he never imagined he actually had that much money, and even owned a courtyard house in Jingcheng. But after thinking about Su Yang's relationship with Zhou Ruohan, he figured it out.

In his view, this could all be gifts from Zhou Ruohan to Su Yang, or perhaps from the Old Zhou Family. Otherwise, Su Yang, a 25-year-old from the countryside earning less than a thousand a month, would likely never earn such sums in several lifetimes.

During the meal, it was inevitable to engage in the usual drinking etiquette. Although Fang Jingwen was a female cadre and Su Yang had never seen her drink before, in this setting she still allowed everyone to drink, even taking the lead with a few cups. But after this cup of baijiu went down, her face turned flushed.

When the drinking reached the second half, she even directly asked Su Yang: "Did you actually give Zhou Ruohan a silver bracelet? How many of these family heirlooms do you have left? If not enough, would you like me to help you give Zhou Ruohan one?"

Of course, she pulled Su Yang to stand by the window and said this; others thought Fang Jingwen was giving work instructions and dared not approach. Normally, at such a new appointment occasion, superiors and the parties involved chatting on the side would mostly be about work, roughly discussing which aspects the upcoming work focus would be on, etc. But they never imagined that what these two were talking about had nothing to do with work.

Su Yang felt a bit embarrassed, thinking to himself: "Is bringing this up impossible or what? Zhou Ruohan's side just got brushed past, and you, watching the drama, aren't you making a big deal out of nothing? Can we stop bringing this up? Otherwise, are you still going to give me?"

Fang Jingwen immediately put on a stern face and said: "You're dreaming!" Then she turned, raised her voice, and said to everyone: "Today, Secretary Su is happy; he just insisted on pulling me aside to say, let me give you a toast ten or eight times over. Although I really can't drink much baijiu, I still appreciate his goodwill."

"So he said he would give three cups of wine to each person present: one to toast me and Minister Gao, hoping to receive our care in future work—I've already promised that on Minister Gao's behalf; the other is to toast all of you, hoping that in future work you'll give him your full support, so he can wholeheartedly carry out the development work of Xiushui Xiang's scenic area, giving the over twenty thousand common people of Xiushui Xiang a chance to escape poverty and become prosperous. So, do you think we should accept his toast?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yang went dumb: "Just mess with me! When did I say I'd toast everyone? These people, inside and out, add up to at least twenty-plus! Combined that's over sixty cups, and the cups are big—sixty-plus cups would definitely be at least one and a half jin. He'd already drunk quite a bit; if he drank another jin, he'd definitely be knocked out. Earlier he had mocked others for their drunken antics, and now it's his turn."

But before he could say more, the crowd started shouting: "Secretary Su, we'll drink with you!" "Yeah, we won't let you toast three cups; we'll directly drink three times with you!" "What are you saying? On such a great day, we should at least start with six cups!" "Yeah, the rules can't be broken, Secretary Fang, you say it's right, right?"

Fang Jingwen was actually even more excited than these people; her usual stern, solemn expression, even with a hint of chill, had been thrown somewhere unknown, replaced by an excited shout: "Exactly, exactly, exactly— we can't break the rules, we must start with six cups!"

With the talk having gone this far, Su Yang had no choice but to grit his teeth and go along. He clearly understood that Fang Jingwen was just messing with him; if he kept refusing, it might turn into starting with twelve cups.

Meanwhile, Gao Fengming, also enjoying the spectacle, was the first to raise his cup: "Su Yang, Secretary Fang just spoke— she can't hold her liquor, so I'll drink her share for her. You don't need to toast me; let's just clink cups and drink, okay?" Having said that, he directly lifted his cup.

Su Yang silently cursed his fate, but had no choice but to lift his cup and drink with Minister Gao. His alcohol tolerance was normally decent, but after downing twelve consecutive cups, he felt dizzy and his face flushed, neck thick.

Yet with so many people waiting, he couldn't back down now— plus, township work styles are generally tough, and being able to drink is also a manifestation of work ability. As the saying goes, shaking ten hands is no match for one drink; today, for him, this occasion was actually also an opportunity to unite the township cadres.

Just as he put down his cup to get a sip of water, Xie Siyang came over, grinning and holding his cup. Su Yang thought to himself: "You usually don't drink much, are you crazy or stupid today? But since the ladies have already raised their cups, he has no choice but to grit his teeth and drink."

He kept drinking until later, his vision blurred, unable to see clearly who in front of him was drinking with him.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning. He felt his head about to split, as if struck by a heavy hammer. If this were before, he would definitely not get up this morning and would sleep until afternoon. But now he is the head of Xiushui Xiang; yesterday he said he wanted to rectify the township's work style, yet after saying that he fell into a deep sleep, not getting up on time to work— what's the difference between him and those people before?

As a result, just as he struggled to get up, he toppled headfirst under the bed.

"How are you? If you really can't, just don't get up— everyone knows what happened to you yesterday, there's no need to struggle."

Su Yang still hadn't figured out the situation when he heard a woman's voice from beside him. Looking up, he saw it wasn't one person but Xie Siyang and Gao Peixia standing at the bedside. Seeing both had dark circles under their eyes, he involuntarily asked: "You two were at my place last night……"