"Alright, sir. You said it." The person in trouble couldn't have imagined that this petite, gentle girl in front of him would pick up her wine glass with a smile, down it in one gulp, not even blinking. "Sir, your Lafite."
"Oh, she's got some force. I'll buy."
"Hey, young lady, impressive. Drink mine too. I'll order two more bottles." An onlooker encouraged from the side.
"Here is yours, sir." Another round done in one gulp.
On the last day, in desperate need of money, Wen Xiangyang was drinking like her life depended on it.
In just two hours, she had run to the restroom several times to vomit, return, and continue drinking.
She drank until she was near unconscious, struggling just to stay upright. She made a rough estimate and realized that she had probably sold about 100,000 yuan worth of wine.
She came out of the restroom, intending to take her commission and go home. But just as she stepped out of the restroom, she was stopped.