Yang Zhao picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine into the glass, and said to Yan Wei who was smiling happily: "Mr. Yan started this game, we brothers want to save your face and play this game with them, but Mr. Yan won't take out What do you want?"
The red wine filled the first glass on the ninth floor and spread down, forming a beautiful red wine flow.
Yan Wei's eyes flashed, his smile deepened, and he asked, "What do you want me to bet on?"
Yang Zhao put the empty wine bottle away, opened a new one, and said, "What do you have, is it worth taking out?"
Yan Wei frowned unconsciously, put away his cynical smile, began to look at the young man seriously, and then looked at the other men, the more he looked, the deeper the frown.
"Mr. Yan, think about it carefully." Yang Zhao said with a faint smile as the liquor slowly filled the faucet.
A giant red dragon had already been placed on the long table, and the deep red wine was crystal clear and radiant under the light.
I heard that someone actually used fifty bottles of French Margaux Red Pavilion dry red to set up a dragon's gate. The general manager of Times all came and stood outside to watch the excitement.
When choosing the dragon head and the dragon tail, a male classmate said: "Fatty, choose the dragon head." If you want people to drink even the dragon head, it would be too bullying.
Yang Zhao smiled and said, "No, I never drink dragon tail." As he spoke, he picked up the first cup from the tap and drank it down in one gulp.
"You picked this yourself!" The fat man snorted what a hero he was, picked up Longwei's cup, and imitated drinking it up in one gulp.
After drinking, the fat man's face turned pale.
Although he made his fortune in the past few years, he began to learn to live a "high life" after he became rich. Drinking red wine is a fashion, and he followed suit. Although he doesn't know the difference between red wine, he has been drinking it for several years. , Thousands of bottles of Margaux Red Pavilion dry red, and 80 yuan a bottle of Changyu dry red, they have completely different tastes!
Tang Huzi picked up the cup after him, took a sip first, then drank it down with a smile on his face, and said to the fat man, "The fat man is so rich!"
The fat man glared at Wang He resentfully, watching the people behind drinking cup after cup, his heart ached, but now, it is impossible for him to say to pour the wine back, seeing that everyone on his side has finished drinking, Angrily opened his eyes and looked at Yang Zhao.
It's not like they came one by one. Yang Zhao's movements are as elegant as drinking water. When they just finished drinking a round, the faucet has already removed two layers.
"Hey," Zhao Yinfeng poked Meng Su quietly, and asked, "How is his drinking capacity?" , are not sure.
Meng Su smiled and said in a low voice, "Did you beat Brother Li?"
Zhao Yinfeng shook his head, he and He Li had fought over wine a few times, but in the end both of them were hurt, and there was no winner or loser.
"Brother Li and I have never seen the general drunk before." Meng Su whispered. After Yan San died that year, when they returned to Dai County, Ling Qingyu fell asleep in the house, and Yang Zhao drank a barrel of wine outside without getting drunk.
Yang Zhao didn't drink because others drank to relieve their worries, but he was sober enough that no matter how much pain he had, no amount of drinking would be able to paralyze him.
Margaux Red Pavilion has an excellent taste, but its strength is also strong. Although it is so expensive that you can't drink it normally, from the third cup onwards, people on Fatty's side gradually couldn't stand it.
But Yang Zhao didn't even blush, he drank as much as they drank.
By the time of the fifth glass, the students couldn't hold it anymore. This wine glass is the largest goblet, and one bottle can only fill two and a half glasses. They have already drank two bottles.
"I can't do it!" After Tang Youzhi lay down first, he fell down all over the ground.
Fatty's eyes were already drunk, and he looked at the opposite person with double images.
Yang Zhao was holding the thirty-sixth glass of red wine in his hand, shaking it lightly, and said, "What's wrong? Can't do it?"
If he drank slowly while eating vegetables, the fat man should drink more, but he had already drank it at dinner today, coupled with such a hasty drinking method, even a god can't stand it.
However, the person on the other side seemed to be fine...
"Aren't you a human?" Fatty asked, and fell to the ground with a slap.
Yang Zhao drank the wine in one gulp, turned the glass upside down and put it on the table, looked around the silent surroundings, and smiled at Yan Wei: "What is it, Mr. Yan?"
Thirty-six cups? Thirty-six cups! Eighteen bottles of beer Yan Wei has seen people drink it before, but eighteen bottles of red wine!
"Everyone is down, can't you judge the outcome? Director Yan?" Mr. Hou said coldly.
"Of course, Fatty lost." Yan Wei said immediately.
Yang Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Wei, the gleam in his eyes made Yan Wei's heart tremble again, and he was even more sure that he had messed with someone important.
"Meng Su, collect the bill." With a light drink, Yang Zhao turned around and walked back to Ling Qingyu, first pulled her to sit down under her worried and anxious eyes, then leaned on her, and whispered: "I'm fine." .”
Ling Qingyu unconsciously supported his waist, letting him lean on her shoulder.
Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng strode out of the box, and when the people in the box slowly woke up from the shock and made low voices of discussion, each of them came in with two buckets of ice water.
Directly facing the group of people who fell to the ground, they fell down.
He Li reached out and grabbed Deng Jie who was quietly walking towards the door by the collar and threw her beside Sun Qing, saying, "Why, do you want to leave?"
"What do you want to do?" Deng Jie unconsciously grabbed the clothes on her chest, looking like you don't want to do anything to me.
Meng Su snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked the fat man who had woken up due to the stimulation of the ice water, but was still lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "Hey, fat man, I would like to admit defeat. Get up and kowtow to apologize."
"They're all so drunk, it's not a big deal at all, you beat them anyway, don't go too far." The wife of a classmate who fell on the ground rushed out and shouted.
"Why didn't you say that at the beginning?" Liu Mei unconsciously said, "Since the Dragon Gate Formation was set up, and I agreed to it myself, it doesn't matter if you want to talk, it's fine, you can also drink thirty-six cups!"
The woman was speechless immediately. Ningcheng is a small city, but it has a long history. Hundreds of years ago, this place was famous for its tough guys. Only by drinking until death can the winner be decided.
Zhao Yinfeng had already brought two buckets of water over, poured them with a puff, then turned around and continued to carry them.
Tang Huzi was drenched and shivering from the cold. He was half awake from the wine, and wanted to continue lying on the ground, but when Liu Mei said that, the man who was still a little bit angry became angry. , got up from the ground, walked in front of Ling Qingyu, and said with a flushed face, "I'm sorry, it's my eyes." But at the other end, I really can't go down.
They were all classmates, and it would be hard to say if they were really asked to kowtow, but Ling Qingyu turned to look at Yang Zhao, whose eyes were slightly closed, and felt another burst of heartache.
"If you sincerely apologize, you can just kowtow, but I will remember it in the future." Yang Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Tang Youzhi with a cold smile and said, "If you don't have that diamond, don't do that porcelain job, that's what it says ?” Then the eyelids closed slightly and said: “There is no next time, next time, I have to save something.”
"Did you hear what our elder brother said?" Zhao Yinfeng kicked the fat man and said, "I'll give you a minute. If you don't apologize sincerely, I'll save something now."
The fat man got up from the ground with a groan, stumbled to the front with the smell of alcohol, bowed his head and said, "I'm convinced! It's my fault today, buddy is kind enough, I'm convinced! I'm sorry, Ling Qingyu, I shouldn't help those two Bitch!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out.
"Wait." The manager who had watched a good show blocked the fat man, and said, "Mr. Pang, can you please pay the bill first? I will give you a discount for the room plus head fee, 30,000 yuan, and 270,000 drinks. Three hundred thousand, do you want cash or credit card?"
"How can it be so expensive? Grab money!" Fatty shouted, his face turned pale. His family property is worth tens of millions, but he still has a bank loan. Well, it's okay to spend fifty thousand to show off, but three hundred thousand what!
"Mr. Pang, I only counted the price of your fifty-two bottles of dry red wine. The rest is for you. We originally sold 6,000 bottles of red wine. This is still the best discount for you. Why is it expensive?" The manager said unhappily. We gave you all the goods in the warehouse for your Longmenzhen. I thought you were at least proud of money, so I know you can be like this.
"Me!" The fat man looked at Wang He bitterly, but he was really reluctant to pay out, three hundred thousand!
Yan San sneered, took out his wallet from his coat pocket, took out a card, and gave a nod to the manager, saying: "Today, please count me as Qing Yu, come here, and swipe the card."
The manager glanced at the fat man whose face was flushed into a pig liver and remained silent, stepped forward to take the card, and said, "Please enter the password with me, please."
Yan San raised his chin at Meng Su, Meng Su understood, and said to the manager, "Let's go, I'll go with you."
Ling Qingyu supported Yang Zhao's waist, and asked in a low voice, "Can it still work?"
Yang Zhao nodded, moved away from her, took a long breath, and stood up.
Ling Qingyu also stood up, walked in front of Deng Jie and Sun Qing, and then slapped each of them severely twice, saying: "I don't care what you say about me, but I can't do it if you say I am a man, old classmate, remember a sentence , People are not sad because of poverty, people are only sad because of ignorance.”
Standing up, Ling Qingyu looked at those classmates whom he hadn't seen for many years, and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing everyone's interest. If I have a chance, I will invite you again."
Liu Mei said with a smile: "It's none of your business, it's all done by some sluts, let's go, let's go play on our own."
Hua Nian also smiled and said, "Yeah, I've opened a house on it, let's play a game."
"Let's go back and rest, we'll finish the fight together." Zhou Ziqing said with a smile.
"Well, there are still so many good wines here. Those who are willing to stay here to play can stay here, and those who are willing to play cards with us can come up." Xu Hong waved her hand, and people began to divide between the two sides.
Some wanted to stay in the k hall to continue singing and communicating, and some followed to play cards. Tao Zhuo dragged Zhao Yinfeng to ask him to stay. After Yang Zhao nodded, He Li and Meng Su stayed with him.
The three of Ling Qingyu bid farewell and went home.