Liu Bingchao was dumbfounded. This was not the script. How could someone drink almost two bottles of 40-proof whiskey and still be safe and sound?
Si Mingyu seldom drinks alcohol because due to his physical condition, it tastes like a beverage. Why would he drink alcohol if he doesn't get drunk?
Now the pressure is on Liu Bingchao.
He had said everything to reassure Si Mingyu just now. If he didn't drink now, it would mean he was a coward. Did he still have any dignity left? But he definitely had to lie down after drinking.
After thinking about it, Liu Bingchao felt that he could not admit it, otherwise he would not be able to survive in the circle in the future.
He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, picked up the bottle of wine, and drank it all in one gulp as quickly as possible. Then he covered his mouth and ran out. Fortunately, he ran fast enough and didn't vomit in front of everyone.
Now no one present knew what to do.
Judging from this, Si Mingyu's alcohol tolerance surpasses most people. It seems he doesn't drink because he doesn't know how to drink, but rather because he finds it boring without a rival. If he keeps drinking and someone toasts him, what if he pulls another one? But what else can he do if he doesn't continue drinking?
"I'll go to the bathroom first." Si Mingyu stood up and was about to leave.
"I'll go too." The smart guy next to him also stood up, fearing that Si Mingyu would take the opportunity to "escape."
This is just a show of weakness to the enemy. In fact, Si Mingyu is fine, but if you don't do this, how can you make the other party have the illusion that "he is just one step away from falling"?
Someone really fell for it. He didn't believe Si Mingyu could hold on any longer.
Ding, ding, two more bottles of 40% whiskey were placed on the table. "My name is Zhao Jun, and my family is in the real estate business. Since my brother can drink so much, I guess one bottle won't hurt."
"I don't want to drink anymore. I don't want to drink anymore." Si Mingyu waved his hands repeatedly.
"Why don't you give me face?" Zhao Jun felt that the other party must be no match for him. How could he let go of such a good opportunity?
"I'm just giving face to Brother Zhanwu. If he says to drink, I'll drink with you."
Si Mingyu had already drunk quite a bit, and if he didn't continue drinking, no one would be able to say anything. After all, they were all well-known second-generation rich people, and this was the Chang'an Club, so no one could do anything that was inappropriate for their status.
And what he said was like kicking the ball to Gu Zhanwu. If the other party said you drank too much and stopped drinking, it wasn't me, Si Mingyu, who couldn't drink, it was Brother Zhanwu who didn't let me drink. If the other party said you keep drinking, what would happen if this word got to Gu Shuanghui's ears?
Gu Zhanwu was also conflicted, not knowing what to say. But thinking that victory was just around the corner, he gritted his teeth and went all out. He also took a bottle of whiskey and opened the lid: "Brother, I know you've had a lot to drink. But I can't refuse to give Brother Zhao face, so we'll both accompany him today."
"good!"
"Brother Zhanwu is so heroic!"
The people watching the fun nearby immediately started to cheer, applaud and shout.
"Okay!" Si Mingyu stood up suddenly, startling everyone around him. He called out, "Give me those draft beer mugs."
Three 1,500ml draft beer mugs were lined up, and Si Mingyu filled them all with whiskey: "Let's drink to our heart's content!"
Zhao Jun felt dizzy looking at such a big cup. He could indeed drink a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like this. But a 700ml bottle of whiskey was already his limit. He would definitely die if he drank two bottles.
This is even more so for Gu Zhanwu. He has already drunk two glasses. Drinking one more bottle would be a desperate act. He would probably die after two bottles.
But now Si Mingyu has put the two of them in a bad mood. If they don't drink, they will lose all face if the matter gets out, but if they drink, they may lose their lives.
The capital is not just home to the Gu brothers and sisters, and they both have rivals who they don't respect. If this gets out and other people know about it, they'll inevitably make fun of it the next time they meet.
Whether you lose face depends on the cause. If you are bullied by someone stronger than you, no one can say anything. But if you take the initiative to go to someone's house to cause trouble and they kill you, it is not only a loss of face but also a spit in your face.
This is the situation now.
"Is this little bit of wine enough for the men in our city? You drink first, and I'll follow." Zhao Jun bet that Si Mingyu would die after he finished drinking.
"What does Brother Zhanwu say?" Since Gu Zhanwu has already jumped into the pit, there is no need for him to consider the other party's face anymore.
"Drink!" Gu Zhanwu said gritting his teeth. He also bet that Si Mingyu would die after drinking.
Tons~tons~tons, Si Mingyu picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Duang! The sound of the cup being placed on the table struck the hearts of everyone present.
Zhao Jun and Gu Zhanwu were both stunned.
Si Mingyu drank three bottles and four glasses in total, which added up to about one and a half bottles of the largest two-liter cola. If it had been water or even beer, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but 40% proof whiskey would have killed anyone else.
But nothing happened except blushing and shaking hands.
"Brothers, please."
Zhao Jun looked at the wine glass in front of him and felt scared.
"Oh, what did I eat just now? My stomach suddenly hurts so much." He covered his stomach and ran away.
The rest of the people looked embarrassed, especially Gu Zhanwu, who was cursing Zhao Jun in his heart. You are so shameless that you ran away with the excuse of a stomachache. What excuse can I make?
"Oh! Brother, Zhao Jun suddenly passed away because he felt unwell. It's useless for the protagonist to drink without me as his companion." Gu Zhanwu said with a laugh.
"Haha!" Si Mingyu sneered and stood up and left.
Today, he had given Gu Zhanwu enough face, after all, he had promised Gu Shuanghui before. But if others jumped like this, he couldn't let them go. Did he think the rumors of his vindictiveness were false?
When Si Mingyu arrived at the Capital Airport, the private plane was ready to take off.
Seeing Si Mingyu being helped up by Wan Chongshan, Zhang Ningxi and Lin Shirui quickly took him over. Upon hearing that he had drunk so much whiskey, they were horrified and wanted to send him to the hospital. Only after Si Mingyu repeatedly assured them that he was fine did they let the plane take off.
The two men helped Si Mingyu onto the bed, undressed him, and brought him some tea to soothe his hangover. Then, under the influence of alcohol, they were all tackled by Si Mingyu. The next two hours of high-altitude flight were extremely bumpy.
When they got off the plane in Shanghai, Si Mingyu, who should have been "drunk", instead carried the two women into the car one by one.
"You're a big liar. You're pretending to be drunk when nothing happened." Zhang Ningxi said while biting Si Mingyu's ear.
"I did drink too much at the beginning, but after exercising, the alcohol came out with my sweat, so I feel better now." Si Mingyu didn't care whether Zhang Ningxi believed this reason or not, he thought it made sense.
Soon after, news came out from Shanghai that Si Mingyu had been hospitalized due to excessive drinking. After all, he couldn't act too special, so he had to act appropriately.
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