Chapter 195 The Rule

"You have your rules, I have mine. Whomever toasts to me, they have to make it three times over.

Doesn't matter if it's a cup or a basin," Daniel declared, looking towards William with a chuckle.

"William, I'll give you one more chance to choose—do you still want to use this basin? If you want to

drink to me, you'll have to gulp down not one basin, but three!"

Daniel always provided people with two chances; it was one of his principles.

"Heh," William let out a cold laugh, looking at Daniel as if seeing through his bluff. "Are you trying to

intimidate me? You think I'd be scared of drinking three basins of vodka? That I’d change my mind

about drinking from a basin with you?

Let me tell you, Daniel, there's nothing about drinking that scares me, I’ve never been afraid. Not

just three basins—even thirty wouldn't stop me today! In the worst-case scenario, we can go

straight to the hospital for a stomach pump after we’re done."

William seemed unafraid of drinking himself to death—he was determined to get Daniel drunk. If he

couldn't outdrink a country nobody, he could no longer claim to be the best drinker at The Matthews

Organization.

No one at The Matthews Organization could outdrink William. Men or women, he had never lost a

drinking contest. His position as a business supervisor was thanks in large part to his drinking

prowess. No customer he drank with could outlast him, and there were no contracts he couldn't

seal. If one drinking session wasn't enough, he'd go for a second, and if that failed, he'd go for a

third.

William's performance impressed the crowd:

"William's a madman; five bottles of vodka and he's still standing!"

"With William's tolerance, another five wouldn’t even make him sway."

"William is The Matthews Organization's champion drinker. I’ve never seen anyone challenge him."

The room praised William, elevating him to near-celestial heights.

Brittany didn’t join in the hero-worship—she looked down on a drunkard. She wouldn’t have

involved William if it wasn't for ensuring Daniel got drunk. In her eyes, William was just some low-

level business supervisor, not someone who should converse with Brittany herself. On regular days,

it was the business directors who reported their work to Brittany, not someone of William's rank.

The colleagues Brittany invited tonight were not executives; the highest-ranking among them were

middle management. She called those who could drink well. The senior executives of The Matthews

Organization, including Brittany herself, had average drinking capabilities—a leader's work required

brainpower. Drinking and accompanying clients was a job for the middle-ranks.