Zhang Huzi opened a bottle of wine and poured it into a bowl. He struck a match and passed it over the bowl. The wine in the bowl suddenly burst into blue flames.
"Good wine!" exclaimed the Soviet representatives.
In the eyes of the Soviets, the best wine was the one that would burn when a match was stuck to it.
The most famous Maotai in China tastes just average to them.
Although the wine tastes sweet, it is not strong enough.
In their eyes, any wine that is not strong enough is not considered good wine.
Seeing the good wine this time, the Soviet representatives couldn't wait to take a bottle each.
Dimitri had seen this wine before. He had exchanged many bottles with Wan Feng. Although the trademark also had a red star on a white background, why was it different from the bottles he had exchanged before?
If Wan Feng knew what Dimitri was thinking, he would definitely laugh.
Those are knockoffs, this is the authentic one, of course it's different.
After drinking this cup, the Soviet generals could no longer hold on.
Half a pound of 62-proof liquor was like fire in the stomach, and it was completely different from the previous liquor. Once the liquor took effect, several General Su Fangs fell down.
Including their head coach Shaposhnikov.
Andreevich was not disturbed at all. It was only then that Wan Feng realized that this guy could drink a lot.
Wan Feng could tell from his face, which didn't change much, that this guy had an extraordinary alcohol tolerance.
There was another young officer beside him who seemed to be fine.
Will Chen Dao meet an opponent today?
Dimitri's alcohol tolerance had reached its limit, and after drinking this glass he felt dizzy.
But the strange thing was that just as the world was spinning, he suddenly remembered the familiar guy across from him whom he hadn't thought of before.
Isn’t this the person who was a great drinker when Wan Feng was in Heihe?
Dimitri and Chen Dao did not have much contact. When he dealt with Wan Feng more frequently in the later period, Chen Dao had already returned to his former glory.
But even that one time he remembered the other person.
But what good was it to remember it? His eyelids were already glued together and would never separate.
Dimitri was no longer able to do so, and neither were Zhang Huzi and Li Erjin. One reason was that they had reached their limit, and the other was because they had drunk two different kinds of wine.
"You Chinese are no match for me. If you failed at the drinking table, don't even think about taking advantage at the negotiation table. Drink with me! Let me tell you, I've never met a rival when it comes to drinking since I was a child. A few pounds is no problem at all."
Although Zhang Huzi was staggering, he still raised his glass and said, "I don't believe I can't drink more than you. Come on, let's drink more..."
With a plop, Zhang Huzi sat down on the chair and then lay down.
There were two people on Su Fang's side who sat upright, which made Wan Feng admire them.
Some of these Russians can really drink. Zhang Huzi and Li Erjin were both drunk.
Andreevich was very arrogant: "Who else?"
"Aren't I still here?" A voice sounded, and Chen Dao raised his head from the table.
The noise from these guys was so boring that he leaned on the table and squinted his eyes.
Unexpectedly, when Andreevich raised his head after shouting, he was the only one sitting there on the Chinese side.
There was also a pair of translators, one Chinese and one Su, sitting aside and chewing peanuts.
Andreevich thought the Chinese had been completely wiped out, so how come another one appeared?
"Have you been drinking?"
"Of course I did, not a single glass less."
How come this older-looking Chinese man wearing a lieutenant colonel's uniform didn't leave any impression on him?
"Then why do you look like nothing's wrong?"
"I can drink a lot!"
Andreevich has now drunk more than two kilograms of wine, which is about eight kilograms away from his limit. Although he feels a little dizzy, he is still quite sober.
If the only person left on the Chinese side had drunk all the wine, his drinking capacity would be quite astonishing, probably not inferior to mine.
I don’t know if Beritsev next to me can hold on.
No! We must defeat the Chinese today. If we don't, there will be no further negotiations.
Even if you use some other means.
"Why didn't I see you drinking? Did Beritsev see him drinking?"
Beritsev and Andreevich were drinking buddies, their unbroken success from Eastern Europe to Asia. They had a tacit understanding; the moment Andreevich opened his mouth, Beritsev knew what Andreevich was about to say.
"He just pretended to be drunk and slumped over the table. He didn't even drink the last two glasses of wine!"
Andreevich said triumphantly, "Lieutenant Colonel, did you hear that?"
"If he said he didn't drink, does that mean I didn't drink?"
"Of course, if we say you didn't drink, then you didn't drink!"
Wan Feng interrupted at this time: "General, this is just one side of the story. I saw him drink it."
He didn't know how much alcohol these two fine people from Su Fang could drink. What if they were also strange people like Chen Dao?
There are still many extraordinary people in this world.
So Wan Feng had to stand up to protect Chen Dao.
"He just didn't drink. You're just a lieutenant, and you have no right to interrupt here."
Were the Soviets used to being overbearing? They actually spoke to me in this tone on our home turf. Does your mother know you're talking like that?
What's wrong with a lieutenant? I'm a lieutenant, and a Chinese lieutenant. What connection do I have with you? Even if you're a marshal, do I need to piss on you?
You have no right to control me!
Wan Feng was about to say something when Chen Dao waved at him and turned to Andreevich and Beritsev.
"Generals, what do you say we should do?"
"In your Chinese language, it's called three glasses of wine!"
"I didn't think it was a big deal. It's just drinking! Just watch carefully."
A bottle of wine was poured into a half-pound crystal glass in the driveway, exactly half a bottle per glass.
He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, then immediately poured himself a second glass and drank it down in one gulp.
After two glasses of wine, Chen Dao started to pour the third glass.
"Those two glasses just now are to make up for the two you said I didn't drink. Next I have to drink three glasses as punishment."
Andreevich and Belitsev stared in amazement as Chen Dao drank three more glasses in a row.
"Is everything alright now?"
Andreevich and Byelitsev nodded woodenly.
"Then let's continue drinking!"
Chen Dao started pouring wine again. This time, the wine he poured into the glass was not just white wine. He opened a bottle of beer and poured it into the glass at the same time.
"You Soviets call this drinking yorsh, right?"
Andreevich stared at Chen Dao's cup without blinking.
He was right. The Soviets did call this mixture of beer and liquor "Yorsh". Although they used vodka in the Soviet Union, the effect was the same in China.
What they fear most is this way of drinking, which can kill people.
"I'll have two drinks, and you each have one. How about that, fair? I'll drink first as a sign of respect."
Chen Dao raised the mixed wine and drank it all in one gulp, drinking two glasses in a row, then looked at Andreevich and Belitsev.
"It's your turn!"
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