No matter how much you drink, you won't embarrass yourself; you'll be no different from a normal person.
All the upper-class people are gathered here today; anyone with a bit of status is here. If Li Changfeng gets drunk and acts crazy, that would be quite a sight.
It will surely make everyone present laugh and see it as a joke.
Everyone will remember him for such an important occasion; he'll be a clown in Jinghai from now on.
Don't you have a wife? Let me see if your wife will be ashamed of you, if she will feel embarrassed, and breaking up is not out of the question.
Yu Wencheng's scheme was vicious. Revenge doesn't necessarily have to involve beating someone until they're covered in blood, like a dead dog lying on the ground. There are other ways to get revenge and feel happy.
"Come on, one cup isn't enough, let's down three!" Yu Wencheng poured more wine, his spirits soaring.
"Son, are you plotting something?" Li Changfeng asked bluntly.
Upon hearing the term "son," Yu Wencheng nearly smashed a bottle over his head, but he managed to suppress his urge for the sake of his plan.
Besides, this is Grandpa's birthday banquet, so it's not appropriate to start cooking.
You can sabotage someone else's business, but you absolutely cannot sabotage your own.
"Brother Li, what are you saying? I'm sincere and have no ill intentions whatsoever," Yu Wencheng said with a smile. "Cheers!"
Li Changfeng drank another cup.
No, it was three cups in a row.
Li Changfeng showed no signs of intoxication from this small amount of wine, remaining as steady as an old dog.
Three cups equal six liang (approximately 300ml) of baijiu (Chinese liquor), which is 53% ABV and is consumed quickly.
This shows that Li Changfeng had a good capacity for alcohol.
"Brother Li, our last encounter was purely a misunderstanding. We became friends after our fight, so let me know if you need anything." Yu Wencheng's words were more eloquent than his singing.
If we're talking about narrow-mindedness, these second-generation rich kids are the worst. They're used to being pampered and flattered, and they'll hold a grudge even for the smallest loss.
Li Changfeng knows these people too well. As for what Yu Wencheng is planning, it remains to be seen.
No matter what move they made, Li Changfeng accepted it all.
What kind of trouble can this rotten garlic and yellow hair cause?
It's not that I look down on him, it's that I look down on him.
"You're my son, isn't it only natural that I should tell you if something happens?" Li Changfeng relentlessly attacked, seizing on a single point.
"That makes sense. We get along so well, let's keep drinking." Yu Wencheng was practically a ninja turtle, holding all his anger inside.
"Come on." Li Changfeng downed the bottle in one gulp.
"Brother Li, you have a good capacity for alcohol." Yu Wencheng applauded him. "It's been a long time since I've drunk so heartily. Tonight, let's drink until we're satisfied, until we're completely drunk."
"Okay," Li Changfeng said calmly.
Since we've already started drinking, let's finish it off. What's there to be afraid of?
Shen Qiqi watched silently from the side, her big eyes darting around as if she had caught a whiff of a conspiracy.
Ye Zihan was about to speak up to dissuade her when Shen Qiqi tugged at her clothes and pressed her down.
"Cousin, why are you getting involved? It's best for us women to keep quiet when men are drinking."
"But……"
"No buts, Li Changfeng is drunk, so I'll drive." Shen Qiqi had her own plans.
I've never seen Li Changfeng suffer a setback since I met him; he always comes out on top. Today, I'll have to see what's going on.
Yu Wencheng swallowed his anger and smiled obsequiously; he certainly had ulterior motives.
How could such a chance to watch the excitement be interrupted?
The two then started drinking, one bottle, two bottles, three bottles, but Li Changfeng showed no change, as if he hadn't drunk anything at all.
Yu Wencheng was the same.
By the time he was on the sixth bottle, Yu Wencheng felt the urge to urinate.
"Brother Li, please wait a moment while I go to the restroom."
"Is that all you're going to do?" Li Changfeng provoked.
"No, I just need to pee, I absolutely won't vomit."
"Who knows? If he goes to the restroom, our drinking session will end here, and we won't have to continue drinking."
Yu Wencheng paused for a moment, then sat down again. "Then let's continue."
“Let’s chug it straight from the bottle; drinking like this is too boring,” Li Changfeng added.
"That suits me perfectly." Yu Wencheng wasn't afraid anyway; he'd never backed down when it came to drinking. Could Li Changfeng possibly be some kind of wine connoisseur?
The two started competing again.
Shen Qiqi was engrossed in eating when she suddenly felt something wet under her feet. Looking down, she was completely puzzled.
What happened? Why is the floor all wet? Upon closer inspection, water was dripping from Li Changfeng's fingers. Could it be that he had a tube in his sleeve? Had all the wine he drank spilled out?
No, that's impossible.
It's clearly been poured into my mouth; I can see it clearly, there's no way to fake it.
Overwhelmed by curiosity, Shen Qiqi sneaked down.
She leaned closer, observing carefully, her eyes wide with excitement, and reached out with her slender fingers to take a small amount, then tasted it.
"Hiss!" Shen Qiqi gasped, feeling the spiciness.
It is undoubtedly wine.
She looked very carefully and was absolutely certain that the wine was flowing from her fingertips.
How did Li Changfeng manage that? No wonder he was unharmed after drinking so much; there must have been something fishy going on.
I just don't understand how he forced the alcohol out of him. Was it like in martial arts novels?
Shen Qiqi actually guessed correctly by sheer chance.
Why was Li Changfeng not afraid, and why did he dare to drink so recklessly on Wencheng's territory?
Some have the confidence to back it up.
He was a practitioner of ancient martial arts, but he practiced internal energy cultivation, not external martial arts.
Given their current strength, forcibly expelling alcohol from their bodies is not difficult.
Li Changfeng was not afraid to drink as much as he wanted, even if he drank until the next morning without stopping.
About half an hour later, Yu Wencheng stood up and stomped his feet. His fair face turned liver-colored and gradually turned purple.
He was urinating, not allergic to alcohol.
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