Chapter 21 - Celebration

"Sir, you have drunk enough already. If you drink more, you'll die." In the bar, the server advised. However, Christopher ignored these words. Bottle after bottle of wine were poured into his stomach. A dozen empty bottles was lying on the ground. A bottle of several hundred thousand dollars of wine was drunk by him as if it was the cheapest white wine. The bar could earn at least tens of millions tonight. But if he had something wrong in the bar, it would suffer a lot. Christopher pushed the bartender who was persuading him. He yelled, "Whoever fucking persuades me again, I'll kill them!" Expletives he had never been spoken before spilled out of his mouth. He pointed to his chest and laughed, "You know nothing about me! Do you see here? My chest hurts much like hell!" When the bartender heard this, he thought Christopher had a heart disease and called 120 for him. Did everyone see him as a patient? Christopher laughed out loudly. He was sick. It wasn't his body but his heart