Gao Minzhi felt that he was really dying, but in order to negotiate business, he had to persist.

The housekeeper felt so distressed when he saw his little prince vomiting in the toilet, but he couldn't stop him. Who made his little prince come to the Tang Dynasty this time and shoulder an important mission?

Finally, Gao Minzhi stopped vomiting, and returned to the bed with a pale face. The maid on the side quickly handed over the mouthwash. The housekeeper hurriedly advised: "Little Prince, it really doesn't work. Let's take a day off tomorrow. If this continues, your body will probably be..."

"No, no, who else is here to invite us? Let me tell you." Gao Minzhi waved his hand and said proudly.

The housekeeper showed an admiration expression and turned around and counted the invitations placed aside: "Little Prince, there are seventeen families."

With a "dong" sound, accompanied by the maid's exclamation, the housekeeper quickly turned around and found that his little prince had foamed at his mouth and fainted.

God was so pitiful that after the meeting at Li Xiaogong's house, a group of old men were all injected with chicken blood, and desperately handed the invitation to Gao Minzhi, competing to invite him to dinner.

Goguryeo is not as good as the Tang Dynasty. As a vassal state, although Gao Minzhi has the status of a young prince, he still dares not be too high-profile in the face of the aristocratic families and nobles of the Tang Dynasty. Besides, he has a task to come to the Tang Dynasty, so he naturally will not take the initiative to offend these top nobles of the Tang Dynasty.

So the tragic days of the young master of the Wang family in Pingyang, Goguryeo began. Under the tradition of discussing business on the table, he would get drunk every day, and that was not counted, because there were too many people who handed in invitations, and sometimes he even had to attend a banquet twice a day.

The wine that is delicious and not good at drinking is not good, but even a donkey cannot stand it if you drink it every day, let alone the little prince who is used to drinking low-alcohol wine.

So this little prince has been almost fighting for his own life these days. In order to get investment from the Tang Dynasty, he has worked hard to drink and has played hard to drink. He vomited after drinking, and then vomited after vomiting.

But you can't say it. After drinking it all over for three days, he really made him negotiate a few businesses, with an investment of hundreds of thousands of yuan.

All these are money. With these investments and workshops built by the nobles of the Tang Dynasty in Goguryeo, not to mention anything else, it is a great achievement to solve the problems of the work of countless people.

Goguryeo is miserable. People lack food and clothing. Only by relying on their firm will can they survive year after year, and their hungry eyes are swaying outside.

Now that the capital injection of the Tang Dynasty can be used, the problem of people's work can be solved soon. With work, there will be money. After having money, I will probably stop sitting or starving.

Not to mention that there are only five companies currently in talks, and there are more Tang Dynasty nobles who want to go to Goguryeo to do business. If all these businesses are negotiated, it is estimated that Goguryeo will usher in a big economic leap this time and will soon be able to align with the international community.

As for what Gao Jianwu told Quan Gai Suwen before coming here, the little prince had long forgotten everything. He was just a prisoner. What if he saw it or not? As long as he brought the investment back to Goguryeo, the death of Quan and his death was related to him.

I slept in a daze. When I woke up the next day, I immediately saw a big red invitation on the head of the bed. The signature on it was clearly written, clearly saying that Cheng Yaojin, Duke Lu.

Cheng Yaojin, the dead fan of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, received great attention, so he had to go there!

Gao Minzhi couldn't help but wailed in his heart, and after washing and dressing up, he stepped out of the room with a touch of emotion.

"Come on, little prince, today I, Old Cheng, have to drink this bowl no matter what you say..."

‘Bang’, a big bowl of stuffed donkey fell down.

"Little Prince, if you don't drink this bowl, you won't give me Lao Cheng a face..."

‘Bang’, another big bowl of stuffed donkey fell down.

"Wine a friend with a thousand cups of wine. When I see you, I will get along with you. Come on, and have another bowl of it..."

When we arrived at the Cheng family villa, the business had not started to negotiate, and three bowls of wine had already been eaten. Gao Minzhi was in tears and forced to drink the wine. Before he could speak, the boy Cheng Chumo came again.

"Little Prince, I have admired you for such a wonderful man like you all my life. Come on, let's have a bowl of it."

‘Bang’, the fourth bowl.

"Little Prince, I, Cheng Chuliang, admire you too, do it."

‘Bang’, the fifth bowl.

Then... nothing happened.

Without even saying a few words, Gao Minzhi was so unconscious that he was fed and carried back directly, holding the toilet and vomiting for noon.

Depression is no longer enough to describe Gao Minzhi's mood. Despair is his current state. I don't know whether it is because of the nobles of the Tang Dynasty who were too enthusiastic or deliberately wanted to play with him. Those aristocrats could still talk about business while drinking, but these generals were just a bunch of animals. They just drank, and they would never talk about anything if they didn't drink.

What's this? After a few days, Gao Minzhi obviously felt that his alcohol tolerance was rising. He could lie down at most five cups at the beginning, but now it has risen to Wuhai Bowl. I guess he could drink two or three jars when the business was negotiated.

However, no matter how depressed he is, he still has to negotiate the business he should discuss. After all, this is his responsibility. Even though he knows that he will be drunk to death, he has to continue.

...

A month later, at the final celebration banquet, Li Muyun looked at the unlucky child and smiled helplessly. It seemed that nothing was easy. Ruoguo’s diplomacy was really correct. At least that boy Pei Xingjian had never been drunk like this in Goguryeo.

Just as he was thinking, Gao Minzhi, who was sitting not far away, held a wine glass and looked at him: "Prince, this trip to the Tang Dynasty has received so much support from your country. Xiao Wang is very grateful. This glass of wine is to toast your recommendation."

"Young prince doesn't have to take it seriously. It's all a mutually beneficial thing, and you can't take it as a word of thanks." Li Muyun waved his hand and raised his glass to his lips to give Gao Minzhi face.

Several old guys laughed and agreed: "The little prince is a heroic person. I admire him. Come and leave."

‘Bang’, after a cup of stuffy food, Gao Minzhi's face kept his face unbeatable: “That’s also the gift of face for several masters, otherwise Xiao Wang would probably return empty-handed this time.”

Cheng Yaojin didn't drink any wine, and seemed to feel unsatisfied, and shouted: "The little prince is so good at drinking. Come and change it to a big bowl."

Then... Gao Minzhi fell down again.

But no matter what, the business was finally settled. The little prince brought in less than five million yuan in investments in Goguryeo.

Not to mention that we will continue to talk with His Royal Highness of the Tang Dynasty tomorrow. This is the top priority. If we succeed, Goguryeo will definitely usher in economic growth.
Chapter completed!