Chapter 390 — No Going Home Until We're Drunk
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Wei Zhao nodded and got into the car. Once An Jianwen had climbed in after him, the car eased into motion; plainly An Jianwen had already booked the hotel and was merely waiting for Wei Zhao to say yes.
The venue this time was once again the Starlight Grand Hotel — it seemed An Jianwen meant to rise again from the very spot where he had fallen.
The private room was the same one as before, though there were more people in it now. Besides Su Taizao, there was the effeminate man from last time, and at his side a fat fellow who looked like a laughing Buddha. The moment An Jianwen stepped in, all three rose to their feet, plainly taking their lead from him.
"Mr. Lin, you've come!" Su Taizao strode over warmly and took Wei Zhao's hand, yet a flicker of venom passed through his eyes. The beating he and An Jianwen had taken earlier was not something he could swallow so easily.
"Heh, Brother Su, what happened to your forehead? Huh? A moment ago I noticed Brother An had a bandage on his head too... Don't tell me the two of you were playing at head-butting each other?" Having spent so long with Shen Yushu, Wei Zhao had picked up a little of her way of talking, and the words were scarcely out of his mouth before he felt a touch embarrassed himself. What an imagination he had... He could just picture the two of them, backs bent, straining with all their might, charging headlong into each other...
Su Taizao broke into a sweat at that, and his displeasure only deepened. Who was the idiot who butted heads with anyone? Only a man with water on the brain! Why the bandage sat on his head — did Wei Zhao really not know?
But tonight's business was to coax Wei Zhao into drinking, not to fall out with him, so Su Taizao forced his anger down and laughed. "Bumped into a door, that's all, heh... Come, come, enough of that. Mr. Lin, please take a seat — let me introduce you to two brothers of mine!"
Wei Zhao nodded and sat down. Then Su Taizao introduced the effeminate man and the laughing-Buddha fat man: the effeminate one was called Yang Ganglou, the fat one Su Taiwei. Yang Ganglou's family dealt in foreign trade, while Su Taiwei was Su Taizao's younger cousin.
"It's a great pleasure to meet Mr. Lin today!" Su Taiwei said. "I hear you're even Brother Jianwen's savior. I'm a bit older than you, so if you'll permit an old man the liberty, I'll call you Brother Lin. Brother Lin, how about we drink till we drop tonight — no going home until we're drunk?"
"Sure." Wei Zhao nodded.
"Ah?" Su Taiwei was stunned. According to the plan he and Su Taizao had laid out with An Jianwen, Wei Zhao was not supposed to fall for it so easily — drink till they dropped? After all, who in his right mind would get blind drunk with his enemies?
So Su Taiwei had prepared a whole pile of arguments to talk Wei Zhao around, with An Jianwen and Yang Ganglou offering counsel on the side. This Yang Ganglou was the strategist of the younger generation of the Su family — a sharp mind and a belly full of wickedness; tonight's scheme had been his idea.
The men conferred a while and decided to trip Wei Zhao up at the drinking table. Best of all would be to land him in the hospital; if not the hospital, then once he was drunk they would arrange some entertainment and film it.
All the same, this was the stuff of schemes and snares rather than an open quarrel, so even if Gu Mengyao got wind of it, she would have nothing to say. Of that, An Jianwen was quite confident.
But Wei Zhao's reaction caught them all off guard. The instant Su Taiwei finished speaking, Wei Zhao agreed without the slightest hesitation, leaving them all a little dumbfounded.
Su Taiwei felt as though a fish bone had lodged in his throat. The speech he had prepared was now useless, and he was left thoroughly stifled. He had meant to wait for Wei Zhao to refuse, then deliver a long lecture, reasoning with him and appealing to his feelings — and now none of it was needed.