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    In a moment of contemtion, Yogi found himself grappling with his thoughts, though he ultimately spoke with respect: “Mr. Wade, how do you propose we resolve this situation? We are prepared to follow your lead!”


    Charlie nodded, gesturing dismissively. “Haven’t you already purchased the venue? Have the person in charge draft a contract to sell it to Miss Sun’s agent for just one dor. You should instruct your team to finalize the agreement with her agent. This way, the venue will belong to her, and I won’t have to worry about you interfering.”


    Yogi felt an overwhelming sense of despair wash over him. He was convinced he was experiencing the greatest injustice imaginable.


    “To try and pressure Stefanie Sun intopliance, I paid a premium to acquire this venue and even agreed topensate her agency ten times the liquidated damages…”


    “But instead of bringing her to heel, it has resulted in cmity for both my father and me…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Now, this man named Wade has publicly humiliated us and taken the venue away…”


    “What have I achieved? This is a profound injustice—like bringing a major grievance right to my doorstep!”


    Noticing Yogi’sically pained expression but his silence, Charlie mmed his hand on the table and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you unhappy with my n?”


    “No, no! I’m satisfied… absolutely satisfied!” Yogi stammered, visibly shaken. “I’ll take care of it! I’ll handle it!”


    He quickly pulled out his mobile phone and called his assistant.


    In a bid to show his earnestness, he put the call on speaker and instructed, “You need to transfer the gym we just purchased to Miss Sun’s agency for one dor immediately. Take awyer with you and finalize the transfer as quickly as possible!”


    The assistant was taken aback, eximing, “Master, we justpensated Miss Sun’s agency ten times the venue’s value, and now you want to give it away for free?”


    Yogi replied impatiently, “Just do it! No more unnecessary chatter!”


    “I apologize, young master. I’ll get in touch with thewyer right away… I have Miss Sun’s agent’s contact information from thepensation we processed yesterday…”


    “Good. Now hurry and get it done!” Yogi urged, urgency in his voice.


    After giving his instructions, he hung up and turned to Charlie, asking respectfully, “Mr. Wade, are you satisfied with how we are proceeding?”


    Charlie nodded casually. “It’s eptable. I’ve seen some of your sincerity; the rest will depend on your execution.”


    This left Yogi bewildered. He thought to himself, “I’ve faced so much injustice, and I still haven’t met his expectations? What more could he possibly want?”


    Nevertheless, he hesitantly asked, “Mr. Wade, do you believe there are any shorings or areas we should improve?”


    Charlie pointed to the bottles of liquor on the table. “Given that you both have engaged in so many distasteful actions, ording to the customs of our culture, you should drink to make amends. Each of you will take three shots.”


    As he spoke, Charlie handed over arge ss typically used for water and added, “Use this for your drinks—fill it up!”


    This ss held nearly three hundred milliliters. Having to drink three sses meant they would consume at least seven hundred to eight hundred milliliters, equating to about a pound and a half of liquor.


    Upon hearing this, Yogi’s legs began to tremble, while Zaki’s face turned pale.


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    The thought of having to drink such arge amount was daunting; Yogi had only managed to handle a small quantity of liquor in the past.


    Moreover, he generally preferred to sip slowly, enjoying the drink in a social setting with friends.


    Now, faced with the prospect of downing multiple shots quickly, he felt overwhelmed.


    “Mr. Wade, I truly can’t manage three full cups…” Yogi pleaded in desperation.


    Zaki chimed in, “I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in ten years. I really can’t drink even one of these high-quality shots…”


    “Can’t drink?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, his tone icy. “Just open your mouth, pour it in, and swallow. It’s really that simple—why is this a problem?”


    With that, Charlie stood up, his expression stern. “Let’s go, pour the drinks. I’ll see just how you can’t handle it. If you truly can’t, I’ll pour it down your throat myself!”