Huh? Jack didn't even say a word before Lillian kicked him out of the car and threw a bank card at him: "This card is your salary card. The first month's allowance and training allowance are already in it. The password is six 1s. Goodbye." After that, he closed the car door and disappeared in the traffic.
"Huh?" Jack stood there staring at the card. "It's Tucheng before we get here... and what's the password?"
Calculating it, the monthly allowance is 35,000 yuan and the subsidy is 15,000 yuan, which means Jack now has 5,000 yuan in his pocket! "I'm fucking rich." Jack immediately forgot that he was still n kilometers away from the school and laughed so hard that his saliva almost came out. "No wonder she can afford a Lamborghini! Working for a year can make more than 500,000 or nearly 600,000! Civil servants are really ***..."
The brothers in the dormitory were stunned when they saw Jack coming in: "Aren't you going to work at the NSA? Why are you back at 12 o'clock?"
Collins looked at him and said sincerely: "Were you fired because of some mistakes? But what mistakes can you make in the first two hours of work?"
A bunch of people hummed and laughed. Jack waved his hand: "Get lost. I'm off work and the first month's subsidy and allowance have also come. I'll treat Michelin today! Let's enjoy the three-star treatment!"
The brothers were all stunned. William popped his head out of the quilt and looked at Jack in a daze: "Jack, even if civil servants are paid well, 3,000 yuan a month is enough for us to go to a steak house for a big meal? Did you become mentally ill after being fired?" Bell, who worked in an import and export company, jumped out of bed immediately: "It's bad! Brothers, hurry up! If he takes out a kitchen knife, we will be in trouble!"
Jack proudly took out a handful of US dollars from his bag and shouted while counting: "Friends! I have never seen so much money in my life! One hundred and fifteen, twenty..."
It's true! Bell stood in front of Jack, stunned, his eyes shining: "Did you have a mental breakdown after being fired and then rob a bank?"
"Get out of here, how can I, a national security officer, rob a bank." It's a pity that Jack's ID and the reconnaissance certificate cannot be taken out for them to see, otherwise they will definitely be scared to death. "In a word, I'll treat you, will you go!"
"Go!" A group of people agreed in a mess and got up to put on their clothes.
Jack shouted again, "Call all the girls! We are having a farewell dinner tonight! Let's go to Michelin! I'll pay!"
"That won't work." Collins disagreed, "If you want to treat us, we'll go. But you can't pay for the farewell dinner alone. It's an activity for the whole class, how can you pay for it alone?"
"Then how about this," Jack had another idea, "You should collect the money you originally planned to spend from everyone, right? Give it all to me and don't worry about the rest, okay?"
"Okay!" Collins thought for a while and nodded, "Then let's have Michelin tonight, I'll call now!"
The entire financial management class was all present for the Michelin dinner in the evening.
"Will your partner be at a disadvantage in this way?" A girl held Emily's hand and whispered to one side, "Even if it's cheap, it will cost 1,000 yuan per person? Thirty people means 30,000 yuan. How much will Jack have to pay?"
Emily also thought Jack spent too much at first, but when she talked to Jack and heard that he had a monthly salary of 50,000, the woman's vanity immediately emerged.
"It's not easy to find a good job, so it's reasonable to spend more money." Emily covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, "It's okay, let's drink!"
But no one knew what Jack did in the National Security Agency. Collins came over with the help of alcohol: "Jack, you are a small accountant who just started working, and you get paid so much?"
Jack felt that the most disadvantageous thing after his body could change was that he could no longer feel the power of alcohol when he drank. The body transformed by the virus absorbs as much as it can, no matter whether it is white wine or beer, and it turns into sweat and excretes it in the blink of an eye. He has drunk more than half a bottle of white wine but still doesn't feel dizzy at all.
If he didn't get drunk and passed out, would he still have a farewell dinner?
"I'm just an accountant." Jack shook his head helplessly and began to recall the rules: the name and address of the superior cannot be revealed; the name and address of the subordinate cannot be revealed. Lillian had told him: "Just say you're an accountant and show your ID to the person who asks you. It doesn't matter anyway, it's the Third Finance Department above you."
"If you don't believe me, look at my ID." Jack took the ID out of his pocket and said, "Look at the Finance Department."
"MD!" Collins took it and looked at it over and over again, praising it with envy, "This is the real thing! I always heard about the National Security Agency before, but now I finally see the real thing."
Jack was still modest: "Not a little accountant at all."
"Cheers!" Collins proudly showed Jack's ID to his classmates and raised his glass, "Cheers for Jack who defends his country." He drank it all in one gulp.
Jack wanted to get drunk, especially when the girls started crying when they were about to say goodbye and wished he could get drunk immediately.
Emily and the two girls were talking and crying. Collins and William, two grown men, hugged each other and cried loudly.
What's the fun of a farewell dinner if you don't drink until you cry or vomit?
Jack had already drunk two bottles of white wine, but it just went straight through his sweat glands like drinking water.
It's easy to vomit. Jack can manipulate the stomach muscles to simulate the reality, but there is a lack of atmosphere, an atmosphere of drinking until death.
"The financial management class is next door!" Bell and William ran outside and vomited without wiping their mouths, then ran back and shouted "Brothers! Get your weapons!"
Financial Management Class 2 is the abbreviation of Financial Management Class 2 of the Department of Economics at Harvard University. Since the two classes had a grudge in the football game in their freshman year, they have been fighting against each other. The grudge is very related to Jack, but now no one can think of why it happened in the first place. Jack stood up immediately: "Where is it?"
"Next door! Go three rooms over!" William didn't finish his words when someone came to the door first. The door opened and seven or eight people came in. It was their monitor, led by a female leader, followed by the entire class leadership group of three men and three women: "Brothers and sisters from Class 2 are all here?"
"Hey!" Collins stood up and greeted him with a fake smile, "Isn't this the angel monitor? How can you bear to come to our class and sit with us?" The monitor of Class 1 is a fat man, 170 height and 170 weight. He is a local and is black and fat, so he is called the black pig under the crotch of the angel by the people of Class 1, or angel for short.
"Huh?" The angel monitor's face was also hot and cold, "Didn't I hear that your class actually came to Michelin for a farewell dinner? We just saw it not far away. William quickly came over to have a few drinks with you guys." There are many rich people in Class 1. To some extent, the rich Class 2 and the poor Class 1 are also competing for money.
"Hehe?" This kind of scene is common in school meetings. Professors in the department almost had a cerebral hemorrhage because of it. The president has always advocated unity instead of division. "Aren't we planning to visit your colleagues in your class? I really don't want to leave you!" "I don't deserve it." Collins stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand. "Since you are here, let's have a drink first. We will return the toast later, how about that!" Angel and his friends came here with Martell in his hand. He glanced at Remy Martin on Jack's table. His face changed and he hummed, "Then how do we drink?" Collins didn't know how much the other party had drunk so far. Anyway, most of his side had vomited once. If they continued to fight, I'm afraid... "Jack." He turned his head and whispered, "Are you still okay?" "Leave it to me." Jack looked around and realized that his companions were no longer in the game. He looked at his comrades lying there gasping for breath, his eyes full of hope. He stepped forward resolutely. "Real heroes are not afraid of death!" Angel looked at Jack, thinking of the old grudges on the basketball court, and still had a hatred in his heart. "Who else?" he asked.
"Only me! I toast to you, Angel!" Jack decided to play the hero to the end, and be even more of a lone hero. He took a bottle of wine from the female secretary opposite him, opened it, and announced loudly: "Look!" He raised his head and drank it all, then turned the bottle upside down and wiped his mouth. "It's your turn to drink!"
The angel's face was livid, the female secretary's face was livid, and the six people behind him were trembling like sieves.
"Okay!" The leader was the first to come to his senses, and his exclamation made everyone excited. Men and women jumped onto the table and cheered: "One more time!" Emily jumped in front of Jack, kissed his cheek, and looked proud.
Jack stood there, his face unchanged, looking down at everyone: "It's your turn!"
At this point, there was no turning back. Angel never thought that Jack was so courageous that he drank a whole bottle by himself. Under the fierce gazes of more than 30 people in Class 2, he had no choice but to grab a bottle and drink it. After a few sips, he spit it out.
Who is next? Jack's big eyes scanned everyone. The female secretary was the first to react, holding a beer and said, "I'm a girl, I drink red wine, you drink whiskey!"
"Deal!" Jack was full of confidence. He picked up a glass of whiskey, clinked glasses with the female secretary, drank it all, and turned the glass upside down, "Next!"
"We are wrong!" A man and a woman on the opposite side whispered, "If this goes on, you girls are fine, but we boys are all done!"
However, Jack made everyone in the other group drunk, and he did not give up. After finishing the drink with the last girl, his eyes were red and he waved his hand, "Bring the wine and follow me!"
He was finally a little drunk! The alcohol in Jack's stomach began to rise. He sneered and walked into the private room of Class 1 with five or six people holding bottles of wine. He raised his eyebrows and announced, "Jack from Class 2 is here to challenge you!"
The more than 20 people in the private room had never seen him so brave before. In addition, the angels who went there first were lying on the ground. No one came back to report, and everyone was full of fighting spirit. "You can fight if you want!"
"Speak clearly!" Jack shook his head to clarify, "I'm not toasting one person at a time!"
"Then what do you suggest?" Someone was alert and looked out the door. Seeing the angel being carried back by three people, he realized something was wrong. "You're alone, we won't bully you, but don't go too far!"
"Did I go too far?" Jack sneered, "I didn't do anything too far back then!"
"That was then!" Someone stepped forward, "Drink whatever you want! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"My way of drinking is called 'roulette'!" Jack made room on the table and put eighteen glasses of wine. "Drink eighteen glasses in a row! Don't stop! But I drink whiskey and you drink red wine!"
Eighteen glasses of wine, no one can drink so much at once. However, among the crowd, a bold westerner stood up. "I'll do it! Let's drink red wine together!"
"I'm the same!" Jack nodded. "Fill it up!"
"Wait a minute!" At this time, the leader of their class, a beautiful department flower, also appeared. She was drunk and her face was red. She stood beside Jack and looked down at everyone. "How about raising the stakes?"
"What do you think!" It would be more interesting if we raised the stakes. The Westerner looked at her. "Sophia! I agree to any bet you make!"
Sophia Yu was about the same height as Jack. She thought for a moment and said, "We are not betting on money, but clothes!"
"What?" Class 2 was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Sophia was also a little drunk. She didn't care that the other party was bleeding from the nose. She reached into her clothes, took out her bra, and waved it in the air. "If you win, it's yours! If you lose, you will go back to school naked!" Jack, who always thought she was gentle and elegant, was stunned.
"Wow!" The crowd was boiling. Collins, William, Bell and others slammed the table and stomped their feet. Both sides, regardless of gender, shouted, "Come on! Let him go back naked!"
The Westerner's eyes were bloodshot: "We will fight to the end!" After saying that, he drank the wine in front of him in one breath. "Come on!"
"I've staked my life savings on you!" Sophia stared at Jack. "If you win, you'll get a big bonus! If you lose, you'll take off all your clothes and go home!"
Jack made a V sign: "Leave it to me!" He looked across the table. "If you can finish these drinks, I'll give up!"
"Ten! Eleven! Twelve!" The whole hall cheered. People eating outside secretly looked in. Both sides cheered for their respective champions: "Crush him! Let him go home naked..." "Beat her! Hang her bra on the flagpole tomorrow!"
"Sixteen!" The Western boy finished another glass, and the audience in the first class went crazy. "Come on! Only two glasses left!" But at this moment, he was shaking and seemed to fall down. The semi-conscious "angel" finally woke up and shouted desperately: "Brother! Hang on! There are only two glasses left! Whatever you want, we'll get it for you! Hang on!"
The Western guy's face was red as if he was bleeding. Hearing the angel's voice, he seemed to regain some consciousness and went to get the seventeenth glass with trembling hands.
At this time, Jack had finished drinking and looked at him with a cold smile.
The Western guy met his gaze, gritted his teeth, and drank the wine in one breath.
"The last glass!" Jack stared at him, "I want to see if you have the ability!"
The Western guy held the glass and slowly brought it to his mouth. The whole audience was silent, and dozens of eyes were staring at the glass of wine.
"Gulp..." He took a big sip, and then another sip. "Drink a little more..." The angel's eyes almost popped out. "Come on..."
Gulp... The Western guy finally failed to finish drinking. His hand shook, the glass slipped, and the remaining wine spilled all over the table, and then he vomited it out.
"Take it off!" Sophia was so excited that she grabbed the Western boy's neck and shouted, "Take it off!" The Western boy was unconscious and couldn't hear anything.
"Wait!" Angel interrupted, "It's not over yet! I'm going to deal with Jack next! We'll talk later!"
"You?" Jack laughed, "You can't deal with it! Change someone, who can finish all these drinks, you all win!"
"I'll do it!" Another person stepped forward and said, "Bet as well?"
Emily was also drunk, jealous of Sophia's moment, she jumped forward with a gleam in her eyes. "I bet you!" She put her hand into her T-shirt. "If you win, this is yours!" Jack was stunned: How did they do it? It took me so long to untie mine, and they just pulled it out like this?
"Come on!" The man looked back at his comrades, his expression firm and serious. "If I can't do it, bury me on that Nanshan..." After drinking ten glasses of wine, he was already shouting for support: "For our country, help your brothers!"
But they couldn't let Jack deal with the entire class alone. After Jack won two more suits, the leader walked in. "I'll take care of him!"
Jack stepped back, grabbed a pile of clothes, put one foot on a chair, and laughed wildly. "Who's next?"
A drinking spree ensued.
"Hero!" William, who couldn't hold his liquor and had just vomited, patted Jack's shoulder in awe. "Hero! You're my idol!"
Emily wasn't thrilled with her boyfriend's mess, but the scene fed her vanity greatly. She leaned against Jack, her braless breasts pressed against him, and basked in the admiration.
Jack felt her breasts rubbing against his back, and despite being together for so long, he couldn't help but feel excited.
The whole scene was out of control, and everyone appeared in pairs, each found an opponent, and followed the 18-cup round rule until the end. The girls in both classes were equally bold and bet with their underwear. The class secretary waved her bra: "Whoever beats Jack wins!" A too sexy, topless girl even teased her opponent: "If you win, my panties are yours! And the original flavor..."
The scene was crazy. Jack sat in the distance, watching the chaos. He hugged Emily, resisting the urge to put his hands into her now empty T-shirt, and let his eyes wander.
Angel sat next to him and smiled at him shakily. "I didn't expect this! You can really drink!"
"Just average, world number one," Jack answered without any modesty, because he was among friends.
"Let the past be the past," Angel said, and Emily almost slipped off Jack's legs. "We only have a few days left. Why keep arguing? I'll leave after defending my thesis the day after tomorrow."
Jack stared at him, then laughed. "You're right. Why bother?"
"Four years," Angel said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He suddenly slammed the cup to the ground. "There will never be such a day again!"
Six days later, Jack stood at the school gate, looked back at the school badge above his head, and thought: The college stood up from me and said coldly: "Go, leave your youth here."
Goodbye, my college. Jack held Emily's hand, carried the luggage, and walked out of the school gate. Goodbye, brothers.