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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

They looked at each other, then emptied the wine

in the four bowls, one after another. Ten minutes

later, the three of them slipped on to the ground and

passed out. The regimental commander blushed, but

still seemed all right. He stared at me, wishing I

would fall down. I laughed and filled another large

bowl with the wine, raised it and emptied it. Then I

filled another bowl and placed it before the

regimental commander and looked into his eyes. His

face turned red. He was standing unsteadily and

shaking from side to side. But he emptied the wine.

Soon he couldn’t keep his eyes open and stammered,

“Let’s…drink…another bowl of…” And suddenly he

slipped to the ground and slept there too.

As I said before, I was a non-drinker. But once I

was given a drink, I could drink like a horse . But no

matter how much I drank, I could never get drunk!

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