Miss President wants to talk to you

"From now on, we're all on the same side. Keep in touch if needed..."

The four of them practically recognized each other as half-brothers on the spot.

Of course, despite this, the drinking contest continued.

The result is determined when three out of the four people are drunk.

Eleanor is very confident about this.

He witnessed it firsthand.

Bobby might be alright, but Gabe, this usually smiling fat guy, who doesn't show off at all, is like a monster when he drinks.

Even now, he remains the most clear-headed of the four.

Eleanor continued to wait.

Finally, just as he was getting sleepy and almost couldn't help but yawn, the result was revealed.

bang bang

One after another, people collapsed at the table, completely drunk and unconscious.

Only one person remained. Although he was on the verge of losing his mind, he persevered to the very end.

It really was Gabe.

Seeing that chubby, honest face, Eleanor smiled slightly.

Well done, you didn't embarrass yourself!

Get ready for a promotion and a raise!

……

The next day was approaching noon.

Anton woke up with a severe headache.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in a luxury suite.

On the other bed next to her, Nikita lay sprawled out, snoring loudly.

Anton tried to sit up, but found that his head was throbbing and his stomach was cramping.

"vomit"

He vomited several times before feeling a little better.

But my mind is still not clear.

How much did I drink last night?

Who won the drinking party again?

Anton couldn't remember anything, so he could only wake Nikita first.

When Nikita woke up, she was even more confused than Anton.

Who won the drinking contest last night?

Nikita clutched her head, trying desperately to think, but aside from the headache from the hangover, her mind was practically blank.

Seeing this, Anton could easily understand.

There were only two of them, and they both ended up drinking themselves into oblivion.

The outcome is decided; utter defeat.

There was no time to feel the humiliation of losing to the Federals in a drinking contest.

Anton slapped his thigh and suddenly stood up.

"broken!"

He realized something extremely important.

Last night, when they were drunk, they didn't do anything they shouldn't have done, and they didn't say anything they shouldn't have said, right?

Endless regret and lingering fear welled up in my heart.

The people of Hongluo enjoy drinking, and they especially like to use alcohol as a standard in negotiations.

Because when people are drunk, they lose their guard.

At best, they will make a fool of themselves and give others ammunition against them.

Those who seriously leak secrets become criminals against the state.

To what extent did the two of them go last night?

Anton was truly restless.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Then, Eleanor walked in.

Good morning, both of you!

He was full of energy and showed no signs of having stayed up all night.

A hotel waiter followed behind him.

The waiter carried a tray with a large glass of suspiciously yellowish-green liquid on it.

"I've heard that in the Red Alliance culture, people use pickled cucumber juice to cure hangovers."

"If you don't mind, please try the Federation's cooking."

The waiter placed the pickled cucumber juice on the bedside table for the two of them, and then left the room on his own.

Eleanor moved a chair over and sat down.

“Mr. Hopkins…”

At this moment, Anton and Nikita had completely lost their aura in front of Eleanor.

From the perspective of the Red Alliance members.

Those who lose at the dinner table should be severely humiliated by the winners.

Ugh!

Why didn't I win the drinking contest last night?

Anton thought to himself.

He didn't blame himself for making mistakes due to drinking; he only blamed himself for not winning the drinking contest.

These are the Rossians.

Alcoholism is deeply ingrained in their culture.

In fact, in Eleanor's previous life in the Soviet Union, alcoholism was one of the most serious social problems.

During the later stages of the Cold War, relevant departments estimated that the annual losses caused by alcoholism amounted to as much as 1800 billion rubles.

From top to bottom, almost everyone was drinking heavily.

They understood the problem and issued countless prohibitions, all of which ultimately failed.

We know that in their less than seventy-year history, the first person alternated between being bald, having hair, and being bald.

Among them, all the bald leaders advocated prohibition of alcohol.

Leaders with hair, on the other hand, were the ones who led the way in alcoholism.

This law still applies in the Red Alliance of today's parallel world.

Unfortunately, the current leader of the Red Alliance has hair.

If there is something good on the top, it will be great on the bottom.

This leads to Anton and Nikita, despite their heavy responsibilities, still falling into the trap of alcohol.

This gave Eleanor an excellent opportunity.

"It seems you two had a good rest last night."

At this moment, Eleanor looked at the Red Envoy who had just finished gulping down the pickled cucumber juice and spoke.

"In that case, we can continue our conversation from last night."

what?

Anton and Nikita's minds went blank for a moment.

What was the topic last night?

What did they talk about last night?

I don't know!

"Mr. Hopkins..."

Anton tentatively asked, "Did we talk about anything last night?"

Upon hearing this, Eleanor frowned sharply.

"Mr. Yudintsev, what do you mean by that?"

He asked, "Do the words spoken by the Red Alliance have absolutely no effect?"

"No, no!"

Anton was almost in tears.

In his memory, last night he started drinking and drank until he blacked out.

I honestly don't remember what we talked about!

However, he couldn't continue Eleanor's story.

What if I suddenly decide to stay in the Union?