After several exchanges, Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang was initially caught in the trap.
But whether Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang could be made drunk remained unknown.
If he drank in small sips, who knew when he'd be drunk.
But if he drank in large gulps, it might raise suspicion in Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang.
Torn between two choices, Luo Yang quickly pondered.
"Mr. Biguo Zhang, once the deal is successful, you should treat me to dinner, and then we'll drink heavily again," Luo Yang whispered.
"Mr. Luo, certainly, certainly," Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang nodded.
Five minutes passed, but Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang was only sipping, unwilling to drink generously.
Drinking like that, after half a day, he'd probably only finish a bottle of Erguotou.
Right now, Ninja Bao Biguo Zhang was still suspicious, so Luo Yang couldn't overtly press him to drink.
"Mr. Biguo Zhang, come on, bottoms up," Luo Yang raised the bottle.
