Chapter 392 — Drink Straight from the Bottle! "Uh..." Yang Ganglou Never Expected Wei Zhao to Be So Ready, and Froze as He Looked Toward An Jianwen

An Jianwen felt no fear at all. With Su Taiwei as his killer trump card, what did he have to fear? His only worry was that Wei Zhao would refuse to drink! So long as Wei Zhao was willing to drink, he was ready to drink him to death!

"No wonder Brother Lin hardly drank last time. He must have thought the red wine was too weak!" Understanding dawned on An Jianwen. No wonder Wei Zhao had seemed displeased last time. He had been quietly annoyed that An Jianwen had not let him drink to his heart's content!

An Jianwen had been guessing all along why Wei Zhao had punished him. He bore Wei Zhao no grudge, so why would Wei Zhao turn on him? Wei Zhao was only Gu Mengyao's bodyguard, not her boyfriend, hired and paid by Gu Pengzhan. He only needed to look after Gu Mengyao's safety, so why should he care whether An Jianwen pursued her or not?

As for some old grudge formed by accident in the past, that was even more impossible. If there had been bad blood before, would Wei Zhao still have saved him at the amusement park? So An Jianwen could not work out why Wei Zhao had set him up, and after thinking it over and over, only this reason remained!

Wei Zhao had come to the feast as his lifesaver, yet An Jianwen had not let him drink well or drink his fill, so naturally he harbored resentment and vented it in a small way!

And what happened last time also looked largely accidental! Because Wei Zhao had not known beforehand that Li Cihua would be there, nor that An Jianwen meant to call girls for him. Everything had erupted on the spot, with no design behind it, and the more spontaneous it was, the more it proved that Wei Zhao had not meant to fix him before, and had done it on a sudden impulse!

Of course, An Jianwen badly underestimated Wei Zhao. For Wei Zhao, to say nothing of fixing someone, even killing needed no preparation.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao gave a faint laugh, wearing an expression that said you understand, and that is enough.

Seeing Wei Zhao look like that, An Jianwen grew even more certain that Wei Zhao had indeed not drunk well last time.

"Ganglou, bring the baijiu!" An Jianwen ordered Yang Ganglou.

"Yes, Brother An!" Yang Ganglou dashed out of the private room and gave a few instructions to the server at the door. Since everything had been arranged beforehand, Yang Ganglou did not need to waste words.

Not long after Yang Ganglou returned, the server brought in three bottles of Moutai, and dish after dish was served as well, plainly all prepared in advance. This made Wei Zhao feel even more that An Jianwen was no good. When they had been drinking beer before, there had not been a single dish on the table. They had claimed it was only to quench thirst, yet drinking on an empty stomach was the surest way to hurt the body and get drunk fastest!

No doubt these fellows had all eaten something beforehand, but Wei Zhao had eaten nothing.

Wei Zhao sneered inwardly. It seemed the aim of these creatures was not merely to get him drunk, but to drink him to death! If that was the case, then he would drink them to death first.

"Only three bottles of Moutai? Hardly enough to go around, is it?" Wei Zhao said, glancing at the Moutai in the server's hands.

"Oh?" An Jianwen was slightly taken aback. He had feared that bringing too much at once would frighten Wei Zhao off, for baijiu was not like beer. Many men drank beer by the case, but who drank baijiu by the case? Still, since Wei Zhao had said so, An Jianwen would indulge him. "Bring a whole case!"

The server nodded hastily and went out to fetch the baijiu.

When the baijiu was carried in, Yang Ganglou reached for glasses to pour, but Wei Zhao stopped him. With a wave of his hand, Wei Zhao said, "Pouring is too much trouble. Let's just drink straight from the bottle!"

"Drink from the bottle?" An Jianwen, Su Taizao and the others were all a little dumbfounded. They had never heard of anyone drinking baijiu mouth to bottle. They counted themselves veterans of the drinking table, and they had fought their share of drinking battles, but to fight like this was rather terrifying.

Yet what An Jianwen and the others had never heard of did not mean Su Taiwei had never heard of it. His family was in the liquor business, so he dealt with liquor merchants every day, and those men were bigger vessels than any wine vat. At roadside stalls, it was nothing unusual to see them blowing straight from bottles of Erguotou.

To handle those merchants, Su Taiwei had to accompany them to all kinds of occasions, so roadside stalls were old haunts to him.

"Looks like Brother Lin is a real hand too!" Su Taiwei was not much surprised. Though this opponent Wei Zhao made him take notice, it had not reached the point of worry!

Of all those liquor merchants, which one was not a master of the table? Su Taiwei had drunk many deals into being at the banquet table, so he granted Wei Zhao only a touch more regard.

"Good. Since Brother Wei is a fellow traveler, then I will drink first as a mark of respect!" This time Wei Zhao seized the initiative. He twisted open the Moutai before him and drained it in one go!

"Huh?!" This time it was not only An Jianwen who was stunned, even Su Taiwei was dumbfounded! Could baijiu be downed bottle in hand as a toast? That was too miraculous. Even when Su Taiwei drank bottle to bottle with merchants, it was mouthful by mouthful, only finishing it off when little was left. He had never seen anyone come out swinging and chug it like beer right from the start.

Even so, a surge of defiance rose from the bottom of his heart. In the young masters' circle of Songshan City, Su Taiwei was acknowledged as the god of drink, yet now he was provoked by an unknown nobody, and a nobody An Jianwen had told him to drink into the hospital at that. Could Su Taiwei endure it? No, for then he would turn into a ninja turtle.

Su Taiwei gave a cold laugh. A bottle of baijiu meant nothing to him. His limit was about five bottles. Drinking this one fast was a bit rushed, but Su Taiwei could take it.

Very boldly, Su Taiwei opened his bottle and, like Wei Zhao, drained it in one draught. Though he drank a little fast, it did not affect him much. His face flushed slightly red, then returned to normal.

Yet though Su Taiwei looked fine on the surface, his stomach was churning miserably. To pour a whole bottle of baijiu straight in, even a man who could hold his liquor was no invulnerable diamond body, and his stomach would not feel good.

"Good liquor. Let's go again." Wei Zhao tossed the empty bottle aside, then lifted another bottle of baijiu and said.

"Uh..." Su Taiwei had never expected that after one bottle, Wei Zhao would press on to the next bout without even resting, and his face grew a little grim.

"Let me take this one!" An Jianwen frowned. He had not expected Wei Zhao to be such a vat. It seemed his plan for today might prove hard to carry out! As the saying went, one move from an expert revealed all.

After Wei Zhao drank a bottle and nothing happened to him, An Jianwen understood at last that Wei Zhao truly could drink!

An Jianwen could hold two bottles of baijiu, but drinking mouth to mouth like this was a first for him. He opened the bottle and, gritting his teeth, began to pour it down...

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