"Enough already, someone's getting married here, and you're just standing around getting sentimental!" said Vice Chairman Chen, giving Elder Pang a stern look.
"Ha ha, Little Yezi, if you don't drink three full glasses today, I won't let you leave!" Elder Pang roared with laughter.
"No problem!" Ye Chen gripped the glass in his hand, guessing it could only hold about two ounces. Forget three glasses, even three hundred wouldn't knock him out. However, what Ye Chen, and everyone else, hadn't anticipated was that Elder Pang had the guard pull out a different cup. That cup, the same kind used for drinking at Zhongnanhai, was as big as a sea bowl, holding half a jin with a single pour. Ye Chen's eyes bulged as he said, "Elder Pang, you... you're being way too wicked, aren't you?"
"Ha ha..." Elder Pang threw his head back in laughter, saying, "You thought you'd get past me with that little glass, kid? No way!"
