Miss President wants to talk to you

An ordinary person might not realize how special Eleanor's words were.

But those in the State Security Bureau were acutely aware of this.

Eleanor did not use the Norton Federation's drinking etiquette just now.

It's the Red Alliance's toasting style!

The Norton Federation and the Red Alliance have vastly different drinking habits.

The Federation prefers the kind of cocktail party where everyone drinks at their own pace, and waiters keep refilling the guests' glasses.

The Red Alliance, however, is different. They prefer someone to take the lead, say a toast, and then everyone toasts together.

"They even considered this?"

Anton and Nikita exchanged a glance, both seeing the answer in each other's eyes.

One of their purposes for this trip was to test the Norton Federation's attitude towards them.

Now, Eleanor has made her stance clear.

It's not just a welcome, it's respect!

We respected their customs and gave them plenty of face!

That's so passionate!

What else is there to say!

Anton and Nikita stood up, holding their wine glasses.

"Alright! Let's toast to a safe crossing of the ocean!"

The people at the table downed their drinks in one gulp.

This includes Eleanor.

The strong liquor felt like a knife cutting into my throat.

Eleanor had never drunk vodka before and almost threw up.

He showed no sign of anything amiss, and swallowed it while holding his breath.

Holy crap, what's the difference between this and industrial alcohol?!

Do the Red Rocians like to drink this stuff?

Eleanor forced a smile to remain on her face and sat back down as if nothing had happened.

As the host, personally drinking the first cup with the guest is enough to fulfill the proper etiquette.

Next, it was time for the two companions I had brought to drink with me.

The waiter refilled the glasses.

Gabu stood up.

"That glass just now was Mr. Hopkins's way of welcoming you both to the Federation as the host."

"This toast is from us two ordinary Federation citizens to welcome our two friends from the Red Alliance."

He looked at Anton and Nikita and raised his glass.

"From Modu to Washington, D.C., there is an ocean in between, and also twenty years of no contact between them."

"Since you two are willing to come over today, we are willing to drink with you."

A toast to our friends who have come from afar!

"cheers!"

Anton and Nikita had just sat down when they immediately stood up again.

"cheers!"

The four of them drank it all in one gulp.

Gabe had just put down his cup when Bobby immediately began his performance.

"Next up is my glass!"

He said, "I respect you, and I also respect those who are far away in their hometown, waiting for the two of you to return."

"May you both arrive without missing a single one, and leave without missing a single one."

"May your family members blame you for drinking too much when they see you again, and not blame us for not taking good care of you."

That's a well-said statement.

Anton and Nikita stood up again.

"Dry!"

Tons.

I drank the third cup.

Gabe raised his glass again.

"The fourth cup!"

"Respect to the work completed today."

"Barannikov has been hiding for so many years."

"He escaped the civil war, crossed the ocean, hid in the Federation, and even got himself a new passport."

"But in the end, he couldn't escape the two of them."

"Salute to the comrades of the Red Alliance, who, no matter how far from home, can bring back the lost wanderers!"

Anton understood the teasing in the voice, but he wasn't angry.

Instead, he politely raised his glass.

"For Barannikov to finally find his way home."

The four of them toasted again.

Bobby immediately poured the wine.

Anton had barely put down his glass when the liquid had already risen back to the rim.

He finally realized that something was wrong.

and many more!

So you guys came here today specifically to get me drunk?

Realizing this, Anton was not angry at all.

Instead, they seemed like fighters who had received a challenge to a duel, their spirits high.

You guys want to play this game?

Row!

Weak Commoners, today we'll show you the Red Alliance's drinking prowess!

Come on! Let's get a large cup!

Chapter 84: Wine is an Old Hero

Eleanor watched as the four people at the table clinked glasses and drank merrily.

The initial toasts were fairly normal.

"Cheers to the well-being of our two peoples!"

"Cheers to today's frank exchange!"

"Cheers to President Rosef's health!"

But as time went on, after countless drinks, the toasts began to become increasingly outrageous.

"Cheers to Friday!"

"Cheers to a pair of sturdy leather shoes!"

"Cheers to this year's bumper corn harvest!"

Thumbs up!

Eleanor looked at Nikita, who was clearly drunk.

He was the one who suggested toasting the corn earlier.

Eleanor was curious: Did people named Nikita have some inexplicable obsession with corn?

I don't really understand.

Getting back to the main point, at this moment, Eleanor truly witnessed the Rossian's drinking capacity.

Gabe and Bobby were already the elite of the liquor world handpicked by Edgar from the Bureau of Investigation.

The kind that can easily overpower an entire street.

Unfortunately, Anton and Nikita on the other side were also formidable figures.

It remains steadfast, refusing to fall.

The four-person battle lasted much longer than expected.

During this time, the relationship between the four people visibly changed.

They completely let their guard down with each other.

With bleary eyes and arms around each other's shoulders, they addressed each other as brothers.

"Brother, I'm not bragging, back in the civil war..."

"Let's not talk about that now, let me finish..."

"It's all in the wine, it's all in the wine..."