Since Qi Shangyu often comes to this bar to drink, the waiter already knew him: "President Qi, you've had too much. How about I call a friend to come and pick you up?"
Qi Shangyu pointed at the waiter, his face darkened as he spoke: "Stop talking nonsense, just get me a drink."
The waiter was just being considerate with a reminder, but if the customer insists on drinking, he couldn't stop him: "Alright, please wait a moment."
Having said that, the waiter took a bottle from the counter and leaned over to pour it into Qi Shangyu's glass.
Qi Shangyu picked up the glass and downed it in one go. In the vibrant bar, the music blared, and men and women swayed recklessly on the dance floor.
Qi Shangyu kept pouring drink after drink into himself until he was thoroughly drunk, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.
"Mr. Qi, should I call your friends and have them pick you up?"
The waiter asked as he looked at Qi Shangyu passed out drunk on the bar counter.
