Bai Yanluo laughed again. That's right, who would believe a young boy who broke into the door? Bai Yanluo didn't believe Yu Chengfei, so he was going to drive Yu Chengfei away. But it was strange that Bai Yanluo was in a good mood that day, and he didn't want to use violence, so he was going to use other methods to make Yu Chengfei retreat.
So he said, "If you drink up all the wine on this table, I will take you in as my younger brother."
As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent, because there were four bottles of Wuliangye on the table, all of which were 52 degrees per pound. Is this the concept of drinking four pounds of liquor in one breath? After drinking it, I guess I have to go directly to the hospital for gastric lavage, and if I go too late, my life may be in danger. Bai Yanluo made this move to make Yu Chengfei retreat. Yu Chengfei looked at the four bottles of Wuliangye on the table and walked over to open the four bottle caps.
“That’s what you said.” Yu Chengfei said before drinking.
Ken was really intimidated by Yu Chengfei's aura. Bai Yanluo didn't speak for a long time and nodded after a long time.
We said before that because of Yu Chengfei's special physique, he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. I also said that because of Yu Chengfei's characteristics, he even saved his life, which is the story. Regardless of whether Yu Chengfei can recognize him as the eldest brother, he will go to trouble the master. It is conceivable that if he fails to recognize him as the eldest brother, no one will take care of the trouble for him afterwards, and it is reasonable to lose his life.
As I said before, if you want to get ahead, strength is important, but luck also plays a very important role.
Yu Chengfei's luck came, and the test given to him by Bai Yanluo was drinking. Not to mention four catties of wine, even eight catties of wine was no problem for Yu Chengfei. He immediately grabbed the first bottle and gulped it down. Under the astonished eyes of Bai Yanluo and his brothers, Yu Chengfei drank four bottles of wine without stopping. After drinking, Yu Chengfei put the four empty bottles on the table, and said to Bai Yanluo without blushing or beating his heart: "Brother!"
It was not Yu Chengfei's courage that moved Bai Yanluo, or Yu Chengfei's drinking capacity that moved Bai Yanluo. In short, Bai Yanluo finally agreed to accept Yu Chengfei as his younger brother, but there was a condition: "Wait until you kill Da'er, then I will accept you as my younger brother. I don't want to see the government accept a waste who can only drink!" After hearing this, Yu Chengfei undoubtedly felt like he had received a golden medal of immunity from death. He returned to school and immediately discussed the plan to kill Da'er with Yuan Shao and others. The battle was very tragic. Yu Chengfei finally forced Da'er to a certain alley and chopped him dozens of times. It is no exaggeration to say that he only had one breath left.
This incident shocked the vocational college and the underworld in the south of the city. The rookie Da Er, who was favored by the underworld, was killed by an unknown person from another place. Just when everyone thought that this unknown person would also be in trouble, Bai Yanluo stood up and claimed that Yu Chengfei was his man. After Nan Nan and Bai Yanluo's negotiations, the underworld and the white world finally let Yu Chengfei go. Since then, Yu Chengfei has finally become a big boss standing at the top of the vocational college, and he and Qiu Feng and Nie Yuanlong share the world.
"To be honest, Mouse." Yu Chengfei said, "If it weren't for you interjecting, I would have brought my brothers back to the vocational college to fight hard."
I smiled and said, "If Brother Yu comes back, I will definitely beat the crap out of them."
Yu Chengfei shook his head and said, "I am sure that we can kill them, but our side will also be damaged. This kind of head-on battle has always been a loss of 800 for every 1,000 enemies. But with you, there is no need to worry. We can kill them without bloodshed, and we can hardly sacrifice a single soldier. This is the role of the white paper fan I have always said. A good white paper fan can defeat an army of 100,000. This is true after all."
I felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, and said, "But something went wrong in the end. If you hadn't brought people to the rescue, I would have definitely been in trouble today. I probably wouldn't even know how I died."
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