The Rebirth of the Internet Celebrity Godfather

In the evening, Cheng Yi prepared a banquet at Haoshihui. All the employees of his company were there, including Zhang Hanran and Zhou Hengfeng, a total of nine people.

When Zhu Jing and Chen Binghe arrived, Cheng Yi and others were chatting about something, but what surprised them was that there was an empty bowl of soup on the table.

It's a bit awkward when placed there.

Zhu Jing still had a stern expression on his face. Although his expression was calm, he was beating a drum in his heart.

He understood that there would be no good dinner tonight.

He came to apologize and was mentally prepared to be humiliated.

Chen Binghe spoke first:

"Mr. Cheng, you have spent money again tonight. We should have invited you."

Cheng Yi shook hands with him and said, "Don't be polite, Director Chen. Please sit down first."

After sitting down, Cheng Yi introduced the people on both sides, then looked at Zhu Jing and said:

"Director Zhu, I'm a person who can't hide things in my heart. Before dinner starts, do we need to discuss our issues in advance?"

As soon as Cheng Yi finished saying this, more than ten people present and more than twenty eyes looked at Zhu Jing.

Zhu Jing's right hand shook. He remained calm, grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and said calmly:

"What does President Cheng want to say?"

"Discuss what is right and wrong."

"It's my fault, I admit it!"

Even so, Cheng Yi saw that he was unwilling, so he chuckled and said:

"Director Zhu, if an apology is useful, why do we need the police? There must be a charter, right?"

"Whatever President Cheng wants to do, I will do it."

"happy!"

Cheng Yijie praised him, stood up, and said slowly:

“I was watching a drama recently, My Troupe, and there were two drinking scenes in it, which made me think.

In the first place, Long Wenwen came back from Nantianmen with a cannon fodder regiment. He blocked the Japanese invaders and protected Chanda. The people of Chanda lined the streets to welcome them and set up a celebration banquet for the hero.

Among them, the local gentry toasted to Long Wenwen.

The wine is strong wine, and the bowl is a sea bowl as big as a human head.”

Having said this, Cheng Yi pointed to the bowl on the table and said, "It's just that big."

He continued:

"Long Wenwen looked at the wine and thought to himself that he would definitely not be able to drink it.

He was very smart, so he thought of a way and toasted three bowls of wine.

First, he paid tribute to the heroes who died in battle and poured half of the wine on the ground.

Secondly, he paid homage to the living creatures and poured half of them onto the ground.

There was only a quarter of the wine left in the bowl. He looked at it and still couldn't drink it, so he toasted for the third time, to the conscience of the man in the middle, and poured some more on the ground.

Finally, when he drank, only the bottom of the bowl was left.

Although the gentry looked worried, they took the initiative to applaud."

"The second place is Milong. For the sake of his wife and children, he forcibly rents someone else's mansion and sets up camp in front of someone else's house, refusing to leave."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yi glanced at Zhu Jing, the meaning in his eyes was obvious:

That time and that moment, exactly this moment.

Zhu Jing looks at his nose with his eyes and his mouth with his nose.

"It's the same gentleman above, and this mansion belongs to him. The gentleman did exactly the same thing, and gave Mi Long a big bowl of wine.

Mi Long looked at the gentleman's smiling face and recalled the wine that Long Wenwen had spilled on the ground.

He also wanted to follow suit, but couldn't because the situation was different.

At this time, he was a deadbeat scoundrel standing at someone's doorstep, not a victorious soldier.

He understands very well that if you drink this wine, you are a hero. If you live in this mansion for free, if you don't drink this wine, you are a bear. You can go back and forth from where you are!

So the dragon drank, and the gentleman called him a good man."

"Director Zhu, can you understand what it means?"

Zhu Jing certainly understands the explicit and implicit sarcasm in the anecdote.

When Zhu Jing first came, he was Long Wenwen and Cheng Yi was a gentry.

Zhu Jing didn't give Cheng Yi any face, and he didn't have to give Cheng Yi any face, because he had the final say whether the interview could be filmed or not.

When Zhu Jing came to HKUST for the second time, he became a shameless dragon that could not be driven away because he wanted an exclusive interview with Cheng Yi.

Zhu Jing said in a seductive voice: "I understand."

Cheng Yi looked at Zhu Jing and said: "So, Director Zhu, are you Long Wenwen who has returned home with great success, or are you a shameless Long? Are you going to drink this wine or not?"

Seeing the large bowl for serving soup placed on the table, Zhu Jing understood its purpose.

I also understood what Cheng Yi meant, which was to apologize for his sins with wine.

But drinking from such a big bowl will kill someone.

He was trembling in his heart, and his right hand was shaking even more violently. He didn't expect Cheng Yi to be so cruel.

He was struggling in his heart.

Cheng Yi saw sweat on Zhu Jing's forehead. He chuckled and said:

"Director Zhu, I'm not a devil. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't drink this wine. In a harmonious society, if you persuade people to drink, you will have to bear legal responsibility if something goes wrong."

With that said, Cheng Yi took a schoolbag from Zhou Hengfeng and placed all the contents in the schoolbag on the table:

Isatis root, chili powder, Laoganma, and then Cheng Yi called the waiter again and whispered a few words to the waiter. After a while, the waiter brought something.

These things are prepared in advance.

Noodle soup, corn kernels, tomato sauce, fish soup, and oyster sauce for thickening.

Not only Chen Binghe, Zhu Jing and others couldn't understand what Cheng Yi was doing, but Zhou Hengfeng, Zhang Hanran and Xue Ying also didn't know.

They all watched Cheng Yi's operation intently.

I saw Cheng Yi taking a glass: first he poured a spoonful of tomato sauce, then poured a pack of chili powder, then poured a bowl of thickening sauce, and finally sprinkled a few corn kernels.

Cheng Yi mixed it with chopsticks and pushed it in front of Zhu Jing.

"Director Zhu, this drink is my own creation. It contains tomato sauce, chili powder, corn kernels, and thickened gravy. Each of them has a word, persimmon, powder, bract, and gordon, which means I'm very sorry."

"I'm very sorry if I ask Director Zhu to drink this cup. I'll have diarrhea the most and won't go to the hospital."

When everyone saw the cup of unknown liquid with a reddish color, their stomachs were churning, let alone the victim Zhu Jing.

Zhu Jing stared at what was in front of him, hesitant.

After struggling for more than ten seconds, he finally picked up the cup and said "I'm very sorry", pinched his nose, and swallowed it.

He suppressed his nausea and said, "Mr. Cheng, I've finished drinking."

"After one drink, there's still one more."

Cheng Yi used isatis root as a base, added "salt", "longan", "canned fish" and "oyster sauce", and made a cup of "reconciliation."

Pushed in front of Zhu Jing.

"Continue to invite Director Zhu to drink this glass of "reconciliation"!"

Zhu Jing held her nose again and drank it.

"One last drink."

"This cup contains juice squeezed from onion hearts, fermented bean curd, and Coca-Cola. Each of them has a word, and is named Xinfu Oral."

Cheng Yi said with a smile: "Director Zhu, please drink this cup and be convinced."

Zhu Jing took it silently, raised his head and drank it. He had already experienced it, so he didn't taste it at all and poured it directly into his throat.

After drinking these three drinks, his stomach was already churning, and his nausea was like a wave, rising up one after another.

However, after he finished drinking, he saw that Cheng Yi hadn't stopped yet and was still making dark drinks.

Anger was already welling up in his heart.

He felt that he was in the wrong and should not have blindly judged Cheng Yi as a vulgar Internet celebrity without conducting any investigation. He should not have preset a position and provoked Cheng Yi from the beginning.

The biggest factor in his apology this time was the pressure from the director of the station. A small number of people really knew that they were wrong.

But he had already put on an old face, bowed his head in front of a bunch of young people, and sincerely apologized.

Even drinking something so disgusting that cannot be called a "drink" at all.

But why does he still keep his words?

Isn’t it over?!

Clay figures also have three-part nature, let alone him?

He was about to say something, but it came across as an anecdote.

"I drank this cup myself. I added Laoganma, fermented bean curd, ketchup, soy sauce, vinegar, Sprite, cola, isatis roots, onions, corn kernels...

I added everything Director Zhu drank.

I call this cup of forgetting the past.

Director Zhu, you are very sorry. You have reconciled and sincerely accepted it. I choose to let the past go.

I personally believe that apologizing is not the result, but the purpose. It is for future contact and communication.

I hope that after this drink, things between the two of us will be different, and even if we can't be friends in the future, we won't hate each other, are you right?"

After saying that, Cheng Yi also said "let's forget about it".

"Okay, Mr. Cheng is so humble at such a young age. I also made a cup of "Extreme Respect" to express my respect to Mr. Cheng." Chen Binghe said loudly.

Cheng Yi's throat was still burning, and there was a strange smell in his mouth.

Hearing his words, Cheng Yi quickly stopped him and asked the waiter to remove the things.

Otherwise, with such a toast, everyone at the table would be unable to stand, and they would all have to drink.

After withdrawing, Cheng Yi asked the waiter to start serving the dishes. The standard of the banquet was still very high, with a table of one thousand and fifty, eight meat and four vegetarian dishes.

"Drink a glass of water and press it." Zhang Hanran poured a glass of warm water for Cheng Yi, "Don't torture yourself like this in the future. Isn't there Zhou Hengfeng? Let him come."

Zhou Hengfeng was cooking when he heard Zhang Hanran mention his name and looked at Zhang Hanran without knowing why.

Seeing his cheeks bulging like a hamster's and his mouth full of oil, Zhang Hanran became extremely angry.

This social waste only knows how to make a living and can't play any role in the wine scene. Cheng Yi always takes the lead.

He should really be drilled well during military training.

Zhang Hanran's beautiful eyes were filled with anger and he glared at Zhou Hengfeng.

"What have I done? I'm just enjoying my meal." Zhou Hengfeng thought aggrievedly.

"It's none of your business, just keep eating." Cheng Yi said to Zhou Hengfeng, and then said to Zhang Hanran, "Thank you, senior, I know it well."

"Boss, let me toast you!" Xue Ying raised a glass of beer.

"You drink less, little girl, what do you want to drink?"

"Boss, I'll give you a toast, but I won't drink any more."

"Fine."

Cheng Yi had a drink with her.

Zhu Jing looked at Cheng Yi holding the moon among the stars on the wine table and smiled bitterly:

Why should I mess with people like this?