Chapter 317 Six Jin Brother
The birthday banquet has begun.
Yang Wenfeng, Yang Huan, father and son, and Zhang Xiaochuan, who was highly appreciated by Mr. Zhuang and respected in the antique world, were all invited to sit at the main table, and the others also found their seats and sat down.
As for Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming, father and son, no one knew where they went to draw circles.
The most miserable one is Yang Huan.
He was sitting next to Zhuang Ziqing, with Zhuang Mingyang and his wife, and Zhuang Zicheng between him and Mr. Zhuang, just above him.
As a result, the old man seemed to want to test Yang Huan's drinking capacity, and from time to time he raised his glass and said he wanted to have one.
Zhang Xiaochuan would also drink two cups every day, and since he and the old man had similar interests and could get along well, he would drink with him.
The liquor on the table is all 52-degree Jiannanchun.
Although they only took a small sip each time, it accumulated over time, and with three people, the whole bottle of Jiannanchun was empty before long.
"Well, forget it. I still won't go crazy with you guys!" Zhang Xiaochuan poured himself a glass and turned aside.
The other people at the table saw this and burst into laughter.
Mr. Zhang can't drink anymore.
"Ahuan, don't drink too much!" Yang Wenfeng didn't expect that his son could drink a lot.
Zhuang Ziqing was also secretly pulling at Yang Huan's clothes and glaring at him reproachfully. Her eyes seemed to be saying, "You, stop drinking with my grandpa and take care of yourself!"
Don’t you see that he has a drink every night and can drink a lot. Do you have any reason to compete with him?
Yang Huan laughed.
He didn't know if it was because he had traveled through time, or if it was because he had a huge capacity for alcohol, but now he felt no pleasure in drinking.
He drank the 52-degree Jiannanchun liquor, which had a taste but no feeling at all.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Yang Huan challenged with a smile.
Mr. Zhuang looked at him unhappily, "Hey, you little brat, I'm saving your face, you know that?"
"You even came to me on your own initiative. You are really a rebel!"
This old man was also a revolutionary in his past, and drinking was a common occurrence for him, and he still has that drinking habit.
It’s just that I’m older now, and my alcohol tolerance has decreased a bit, but I can still drink a lot.
"Come on, fill it up for me!"
The old man waved at the waiter, and it looked like he wanted to drink one cup after another.
Yang Huan laughed and waved to the waiter, "This cup is too small, change it to a bigger cup. If that doesn't work, a bowl will also work!"
When he said this, everyone at the table was dumbfounded.
My goodness, you drink Jiannanchun with a 52-degree alcohol content from a bowl? Are you okay?
Do you really think you are Brother Liujin?
"Are you trying to scare me, kid? Do you think I'm just a three-year-old kid and you can scare me?" The old man laughed.
"Okay, change to a bigger cup!"
The waiter quickly brought two beer glasses and poured eight points of beer for both of them.
"Come on, old man, let's go!"
"Do you want to do it?" Old Master Zhuang looked at Yang Huan provocatively and laughed happily.
This guy feels better and better, just right!
"Cheers!" Yang Huan picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp without saying a word.
"Okay, massive!"
Mr. Zhuang also nodded with a smile, picked up the wine glass and drank it directly.
Zhuang Mingyang couldn't stand it any longer, "Dad, stop drinking so much!"
"Yes, old man, it's too fierce, take it easy!" Old Mrs. Zhuang was also advising.
Old Master Zhuang laughed, his face becoming more ruddy. "What's so great about that? When I was with Yang Huan's grandfather, we drank from large bowls. It's not like now, drinking from such small cups. It's not satisfying!"
As he spoke, the old man glanced at his son and Yang Wenfeng.
"Normally, asking you two brothers to have two drinks is like asking you to die. How dare you persuade me today? Okay, if you each have one drink, I won't drink!"
Zhuang Mingyang and Yang Wenfeng don't drink much on weekdays, so their alcohol tolerance is just that much.
Jiannanchun at 52 degrees?
I get drunk just by smelling the wine!
"You, stop drinking. There's no need to drink so much just to make my grandpa happy!" Zhuang Ziqing secretly scolded Yang Huan.
"Besides, didn't you see his face? He's almost drunk!"
In fact, she knew that Yang Huan deliberately accompanied grandpa to drink just to make him happy.
When it comes to drinking, the most important thing is to have a rival to enjoy it!
When Yang Huan heard this, he simply raised his hands and said, "Oh, old man, I can't do it anymore!"
"What? You can't do it? I'm just drinking and you're saying you can't do it?"
From Mr. Zhuang’s red face and the tone of his voice, everyone knew that he was almost there.
It was just him, he was so happy, so excited, he lost himself in thought.
"I really can't take it anymore. I'm drunk. I can't drink anymore. If I drink more, I'll become Liu Jin Ge!" Yang Huan waved his hands vigorously.
"Brother Liu Jin? Who is that?"
"Oh, Brother Liu Jin, he's a friend of mine, he can drink 6 jin and 52 degrees of Jian Nan Chun in one breath!"
When Yang Huan said this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Six pounds and 52 degrees of Jiannanchun?
Wow, this is not a huge amount anymore!
Mr. Zhuang looked at Yang Huan deeply again, nodded and said, "You are good, better than the other two!"
Yang Wenfeng and Zhuang Mingyang standing by were depressed.
It turns out that the old man judges people by their drinking capacity, and anyone who can drink is fine!
What's wrong with not being able to drink?
Can’t get anything done if you can’t drink?
What's the reason for this?
Mr. Zhuang stood up. He seemed quite steady. He had only drunk about 60% or 70% of the drink at most.
"Everyone!" He raised the glass in his hand.
Everyone in the banquet hall suddenly fell silent and looked over.
As the saying goes, one feels refreshed when good things happen.
The old man is turning 80 today. He looks ruddy and in high spirits.
"Everyone here today is a family and friends. I am very grateful for the gathering!"
Everyone in the banquet hall looked at him and listened silently.
Even though the old man has been retired for many years, his prestige remains.
None of the important country leaders came today, but they all sent birthday gifts.
This in itself is enough to show Mr. Zhuang's status and influence.
"Since everyone is here today, I will take this opportunity to announce a happy event to everyone!"
As soon as Mr. Zhuang said this, everyone in the banquet hall was filled with anticipation.
Zhuang Ziqing immediately realized what her grandfather was going to say. Her face turned red with shame and she almost buried her head in her chest.
The expressions of Qin Changjiang and his son were even more interesting. One was full of envy, jealousy and hatred, while the other had eyes spitting fire.
With today's announcement, everything has become a foregone conclusion and no one can change it.
"Life is fleeting, and I have already reached my eighties. As a person grows old, it is inevitable that there will always be some things on my mind that I cannot let go of. Today, I thought about giving away my biggest worry!"
As he spoke, Mr. Zhuang motioned to Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing to stand up.
When the two of them stood up, they were so handsome and beautiful that everyone present was amazed.
Everyone immediately understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.
"His name is Yang Huan. I believe everyone has heard of him. I now solemnly announce that Yang Huan and our Ziqing will be engaged on a certain date!"
After hearing this, everyone present burst into thunderous applause.
The relationship between the Longhai Yang family and the Beijing Zhuang family is incredible and invaluable!
Mr. Zhuang's announcement now is equivalent to saying that the engagement should be handled in a low-key manner and not publicized.
As a result, this group of old foxes who had been in the officialdom for many years suddenly stood up with a smile on their faces.
"Come on, let's have a drink to help the old man put his worries to rest!"
"Okay, cheers!"
The old man was in a good mood too, he raised his glass and drank.
After finishing the job, many people turned their attention to Yang Huan.
Everyone present knew what the Yang family's background was.
Everyone can see what Zhuang Mingyang's future will be like.
Yang Huan is the only son of the Yang family. Marrying Zhuang Ziqing means he inherits the glory and honor of both families.
Plus, the old man’s meaning was very clear, the engagement had to be handled in a low-key manner.
So, they immediately took this opportunity to come forward one by one to congratulate Yang Huan.
He poured one cup after another into his stomach.
Even though Yang Huan didn't feel anything after drinking, he still felt dizzy and his scalp was tingling at the end.
He himself couldn't remember how much he drank.
"Yang Huan, congratulations!"
Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming, father and son, deliberately fell to the last place.
It looks like you can hardly stand. You must have drunk enough.
If we drink seriously, we are no match for you. I will come out to deal with you when you are almost done drinking!
"Thank you!" Yang Huan raised a glass of Jiannanchun.
"Hey, Yang Huan, why are you using such a small cup? Isn't there a beer cup next to it?" Qin Yongming quickly stopped him.
With a beer glass?
Many people around were surprised, or even looked at him with contempt.
Wow, the liquor they drank was more than the drinks you drank. Isn't it too much to have a drinking contest at this time?
But who is Qin Changjiang? Who dares to speak at this time?
"What? You don't dare?" Qin Yongming asked with a provocative smile.
Although they haven't been officially engaged yet, Zhuang Ziqing already considers herself as Yang Huan's wife. How could she let her husband be humiliated in front of others?
"Yongming, how about I have a drink with you?"
As soon as Zhuang Ziqing said this, everyone immediately understood that she was defending her husband, and they all cheered.
That was a cup of 52-degree Jiannanchun liquor. How could she not be praised by such a delicate beauty?
Qin Yongming shook his head, "Ziqing, if you drink, then I admit defeat!"
Although he said that, the look in his eyes when he looked at Yang Huan was full of contempt.
Damn you, you have to ask your future wife to come out just to drink!
Yang Huan can't stand being provoked. Besides, he is still clear-headed.
"Ziqing, let me do it!" Yang Huan pulled Zhuang Ziqing back, looked at the Qin father and son, picked up two beer glasses, and asked the waiter to fill them with white wine.
"Uncle Qin, let's have a drink first!"
Qin Changjiang thought he could drink a lot, so how could he be intimidated by Yang Huan? He immediately took it.
Yang Huan raised his head and gulped down a glass of white wine.
"good!"
“That’s amazing!”
“Good alcohol tolerance!”
“It’s just a massive amount!”
There was a sudden burst of applause from all around!
Qin Changjiang was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Yang Huan to drink so quickly.
Does he look like a drunk person?
"Two more cups!" Yang Huan waved to the waiter again.
Two beer glasses of white wine were poured out, one glass was placed in front of Qin Yongming, and Yang Huan took one glass in his own hand.
"Yongming, I'll drink first as a show of respect!" After saying that, he tilted his head back again, and with a gulp, a glass of white wine went down his stomach.
Qin Yongming was a little dumbfounded.
This guy drinks Jiannanchun with a concentration of 52 degrees as if it were boiled water?
"Uncle Qin, Yongming, please come in!" Yang Huan gestured with a smile.
Qin Changjiang was better off, as he could drink a little. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and drank the glass of white wine in his hand.
Qin Yongming brought the white wine to his lips, and the smell of the wine made him drunk.
Is this white wine?
This is poison, it's Dichlorvos!
"Drink it, don't make a fool of yourself!" Qin Changjiang took a sip of the glass and felt a little tipsy.
After his father said this, Qin Yongming had to drink it even if it meant death.
He tilted his head back and a glass of white wine poured into his mouth, choking him and causing him to cough violently, but he swallowed it all.
"Water, water, give me a bottle of water!" Qin Yongming shouted in panic.
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