Ye Fan decisively shook his head and said coldly, "I drank two bottles, so you must drink two bottles as well. Otherwise, I'll force it down you, and when I do, it won't just be two bottles' worth."
"Until you can't drink anymore!" Ye Fan continued.
This is plain bullying!
Director Chen glanced at his unconscious subordinates and ultimately decided to drink on his own. He picked up the bottle cautiously, pinched his nose with the other hand, closed his eyes tightly, and began to guzzle the liquor as if it were poison, exhibiting a resolve as if facing death.
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Vodka is not something to mess with, and Director Chen, who confronted it with a do-or-die attitude, only managed to gulp down two mouthfuls before he started to tear up from the chocking. This stuff was just too potent; Director Chen felt as though his mouth and throat were on fire, with a blaze burning in his stomach.
