Chapter 1620: Pitch-pot and Guessing

A flush flew across Wang Liu's face. She shyly raised her glass to Su Xinghui and said, "County Magistrate Su, come, I'll toast you a cup. Please continue to guide me in the future."

With such a beauty toasting him, Su Xinghui naturally couldn't refuse. He nodded and drank the cup with Wang Liu.

Next, the people at the table took turns toasting Su Xinghui, seemingly determined not to stop until he was drunk. Su Xinghui didn't refuse anyone. Of course, he only finished his drink when Zhao Yangang, Fang Qing, and Wang Liu toasted him; when Bureau Chief Shi and Bureau Chief Wu toasted him, he drank at most a small half-cup.

Bureau Chief Shi and Bureau Chief Wu were helpless. Their status was lower than Su Xinghui's, they lacked the gender advantage, and they were there to apologize, so they could only accept this treatment.

Today, Fang Qing really did intend to get Su Xinghui drunk. Although rumors said Su Xinghui had a capacity that could withstand a thousand cups, rumors were just rumors; they didn't believe anyone could truly drink a thousand cups.

The five of them were all solid drinkers; in their best state, they could each drink over a jin. They didn't believe five people couldn't outdrink one.

After several rounds, Su Xinghui had at least a jin of liquor in his stomach, yet his eyes remained clear and bright, showing no signs of drunkenness. However, the reasons for toasting him were mostly exhausted; if they continued to toast him specifically, it would look like they were targeting him.

Fang Qing rolled her eyes and said, "It's boring just to drink. How about we take turns performing? If the performance is good, everyone applauds and drinks a cup; if it's bad, no one applauds. If fewer than three people applaud, that person drinks five cups."

Everyone naturally understood Fang Qing's intention, so they all nodded in agreement. Su Xinghui smiled faintly and also nodded.

As the proposer, Fang Qing performed first, and what she performed was, of course, her specialty: a joke.

"There was a place where the work wasn't going well, and the leaders were often criticized by their superiors. The leader summarized several reasons why the work wasn't going well."

Bureau Chief Shi asked, "What were the reasons?"

Fang Qing said solemnly, "The first reason is a widow sleeping—there's no one above. The second reason is a young lady sleeping—the person above keeps changing. The third reason is sleeping with one's wife—one's own people keep messing with their own people. The fourth reason is a bachelor sleeping—there's no one above or below."

Fang Qing had only said half of the joke when Wang Liu's face turned red. She lowered her head, pretending to eat.

Zhao Yangang and the others laughed loudly and applauded while laughing. Wang Liu also followed suit and applauded. Zhao Yangang said, "Good joke, very profound. We leaders can also learn from this."

Fang Qing laughed, "Is this performance good enough for everyone to drink a cup?"

Zhao Yangang took the lead and raised his glass, "Good enough, good enough."

Zhao Yangang drank the cup, Su Xinghui naturally smiled and drank a cup, and the others did the same.

Fang Qing said, "County Magistrate Zhao, now it's your turn to perform."

Zhao Yangang thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll tell a joke about leaders too."

Everyone nodded in approval.

"One day, the women's bathhouse caught fire. The women bathing rushed out, and were seen completely naked. A leader saw this and shouted, 'Cover up quickly!' The women hurriedly used both hands to cover their vital parts, but there were three vital parts and they couldn't cover them all. The leader shouted to cover their faces, because everything below was the same. Everyone said, the leader is worthy of being a leader; he knows how to grasp the key points."

Wang Liu slumped over the table, giggling, her shoulders shaking. Fang Qing, Bureau Chief Shi, and Bureau Chief Wu all laughed and applauded. This time, everyone naturally drank another cup.

It was Su Xinghui's turn. Su Xinghui pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll perform a pitch-pot game."

Most people at the table didn't know what pitch-pot was, but a very interested smile appeared on Wang Liu's face.

Su Xinghui placed a stool in the corner and put a bottle of Pengwan Shangjun Shangjun Daqu on it. The twenty-year-aged Pengwan Shangjun Shangjun Daqu bottle was a white porcelain bottle with a large belly and a thin neck, similar in shape to a wine pot, with a mouth about the size of a copper coin.

Su Xinghui put the bottle there, and everyone looked at him, not understanding his intention.

Su Xinghui took a pair of chopsticks and walked to the opposite corner, the furthest point from the bottle, at least five or six meters away.

Su Xinghui aimed slightly, and one chopstick flew from his hand. It flew across the five or six-meter distance, and under everyone's gaze, it plunged into the mouth of the bottle, moved a few times, and stood inside.

Before everyone could cheer, Su Xinghui's second chopstick flew out. It also accurately plunged into the mouth of the bottle and stood there, and the bottle didn't even shake.

After a brief silence, a burst of cheers and enthusiastic applause erupted.

In fact, they originally didn't want to applaud, so they could make Su Xinghui drink five cups, but in the face of such a divine skill, cheering and applauding were instinctive reactions. If they didn't applaud this, what performance could they possibly offer that would surpass this divine skill?

Su Xinghui smiled faintly and walked back to his seat. Fang Qing applauded vigorously and said, "Little County Magistrate Su, you are truly amazing; it went in all at once. Little sister Wang, don't you think little County Magistrate Su is amazing?"

Fang Qing's words made Wang Liu blush again, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Su Xinghui, and she applauded the hardest.

Su Xinghui couldn't help but laugh; this Fang Qing really couldn't go three sentences without a joke. ===== CHAPTER 1622 =====