"This flattery is..." Jiang Ye was speechless.
"It's not flattery!" Hua Qing's eyes widened. "I'm serious!"
"Your office is downstairs, next to Secretary Liu and Secretary Su's offices," Jiang Ye said. "The house allocated to you as per your request should have its location already informed. The furniture inside is equipped to a high standard, and you can replace it yourself if you wish. Your company car has been ordered, a brand new Sluice Purple 4th generation luxury model, expected to arrive the day after tomorrow."
Hua Qing nodded as she listened, her eyes shining.
"Besides this, do you have any other requests?" Jiang Ye asked.
"No, no, no!" Hua Qing waved her hand. "I'm very satisfied with the current treatment, and I'll buy any small necessities myself."
"What about alcohol? Do you need someone to arrange some for you?" Jiang Ye pondered.
"Alcohol... alcohol would be nice!" Hua Qing rubbed her hands together, a little shyly.
"Alright, then it's settled. I'll have someone bring the alcohol to your office and home later," Jiang Ye nodded. "You can start your work now."
"Thank you, Chief, goodbye!" Hua Qing stood up, bowed slightly, and left.
Jiang Ye lowered his head and busied himself with his work on the office screen.
His expression began to change with his work, fluctuating between joy, anger, sorrow, and confusion, as if he were mentally unstable.
When working, time always flew by. It felt like he hadn't been busy for long, but several hours had already passed.
The office door was lightly knocked, then pushed open. Liu Jizi entered, pushing a meal cart.
"Chief, please take a break and have a meal." Liu Jizi served the dishes.
"I've approved the personnel appointment and dismissal plan for Bi Rong Star for the new year. Several individuals are unsuitable; I've circled them in red. You should verify the specific situations and report back to me," Jiang Ye picked up his chopsticks. "Are there fewer trade points along the new logistics routes for Jiang Ye Star and Exile Star? I've contacted the diplomatic departments of several planets along the route, and they have intentions to cooperate. Please convey this to the relevant departments to negotiate, and strive to have over 70 stops and trade points along the route once it's opened."
"Understood, I've noted it," Liu Jizi nodded, then suddenly changed the subject. "Chief, that Hua Qing has quite a heavy drinking habit."
"A heavy drinking habit?" Jiang Ye was taken aback.
"She's busy in her office, with a case of beer at her feet, drinking while she works, sweating as if she's about to melt. When my subordinate secretary went to deliver documents to her, she happened to be going to the restroom. She was in there for a very, very long time before coming out. My subordinate, not knowing the situation, thought waiting for a few tens of seconds by the desk would be enough. She waited for several minutes, listening to the rushing sound from the restroom, and the person waiting was dumbfounded," Liu Jizi's expression was peculiar. "Is her way of drinking really not harmful to her body?"
"It should be fine," Jiang Ye scratched his head. "She seems to have some kind of genetic mutation that gives her a strong alcohol tolerance. She can down over ten bottles of alcohol a day like drinking beverages."
"Ten bottles of beverages a day would also be bad for a person!" Liu Jizi said. "Beverages are high in sugar. Drinking that much could lead to diabetes! Even drinking over ten bottles of water a day could cause water intoxication, and her kidneys would be ruined quickly."
"Alcohol is brewed from grain. She doesn't gain weight even after drinking so much every day, and she's so petite, which indicates it's fine. Don't worry. If she gets sick, we'll just replace her organs. Artificial organs are so cheap these days. In the medical market, an artificial kidney costs around a hundred thousand, and you're back on your feet by the afternoon after surgery." Jiang Ye chuckled. "People with heavy smoking and drinking habits become listless if they suddenly stop. Their work will definitely suffer. Letting her drink allows her to work with full energy."
"This little girl is like an engine," Liu Jizi chuckled. "Engines burn oil and electricity; she burns alcohol."
"Send her alcohol," Jiang Ye said. "I'll sign a three-million order for you. You can send people to buy various types of alcohol for her, try to get all the varieties available in our planet's market. Buy a batch and send a batch to her, let her taste them."
Liu Jizi's expression was surprised. "Three million, all for buying her alcohol?"
"It's not much," Jiang Ye said. "She drank a bottle of 180,000 yuan red wine and 20,000 yuan brandy in my car. You can't buy many expensive wines on the market with three million."
Jiang Ye pulled open a drawer, took out a purchase order, and wrote the amount of three million with a pen. He signed it "Jiang Ye Special Approval, Financial Account," and pressed his thumbprint, handing it to Liu Jizi. This piece of paper instantly became a three-million-yuan check, free to spend.
"Then you eat first, I'll go make arrangements," Liu Jizi turned and left the office.
Jiang Ye's office building was located within a military base. There was a ban on alcohol in the military. High-proof alcohol was forbidden, and low-proof alcohol could only be consumed by soldiers on leave, and even then, it was limited. After all, there were weapons everywhere in the military base, and any drunk soldier operating them carelessly could easily lead to bloodshed. Moreover, a group of drunken soldiers could not be sent out on missions at any time.
However, in the following days, a strange sight appeared.
Special guards drove military vehicles, transporting boxes and boxes of various types of alcohol into the military base, all of which were delivered to the office building.
At the same time, cleaning soldiers would clear out several sacks of empty wine bottles from the building every day.
Initially, the soldiers assumed that high-ranking officials were holding banquets in the office building, with many high-ranking officials drinking together daily. There were also rumors that Jiang Ye was entertaining his confidantes. As the soldiers ran and trained in the morning, they watched the vehicles transporting wine bottles come and go, their eyes filled with envy, but no one dared to say anything.
Then, one day, the rumors were debunked.
Hua Qing appeared in the mess hall, discussing official business while eating with several military officers.
Under the stunned gaze of the officers, Hua Qing, with a small plate of pig ears and a small plate of peanuts, drank three bottles of baijiu, three bottles of beer, two bottles of wine, and one bottle of yellow wine in just two hours. Finally, she opened a can of stout, calling it a mouthwash. She was sweating profusely, yet she could still discuss work clearly.
Many soldiers passing by in the mess hall also smelled alcohol and followed the scent. They found Hua Qing, petite and delicate, sitting in a corner, drinking from a bottle of strong liquor. Not only was she fearless, but she was also animated. The observing soldiers were all stunned. Soon, the news that "a female wine god had arrived in the army" spread like wildfire. Some soldiers who considered themselves heavy drinkers were initially unconvinced, but after assessing Hua Qing's drinking capacity, they were filled with awe and dread.
A regiment commander, who had been a formidable drinker in his youth, had attended countless social events and drinking sessions without encountering a match. After witnessing Hua Qing's drinking prowess, he felt like a lonely martial arts master encountering another master, and his competitive spirit was ignited. He immediately took a leave of absence to go home, prepared the same types of alcohol as Hua Qing, and sat down to drink, attempting to end the military's myth of the "invincible female wine god."
Halfway through the drinking session, the regiment commander began to feel overwhelmed. But as an old soldier, having experienced great storms and crawled over piles of dead bodies, he had a spirit of never admitting defeat in his bones! If such a small girl could drink so much, how could he, a nine-foot-tall man, lose face? How could he maintain his reputation as a man? Thus, the regiment commander gritted his teeth and persisted in drinking.