Chapter 390 — No Going Home Until We're Drunk
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Watching their aghast expressions, Wei Zhao only smiled. "Haha, you all know I'm the young lady's attendant. At home I never get to drink, so I've rather been craving it..."
At those words, understanding dawned on everyone. So that was it. And come to think of it, it made sense: Wei Zhao was the attendant Gu Pengzhan had hired for Gu Mengyao with his own money. You could hardly drink yourself stupid every day — what would that look like?
So now that such a chance had finally come his way, of course Wei Zhao would not let it pass! Hearing him say so, everyone relaxed at once. They had thought Wei Zhao might be playing some trick, but it seemed he truly meant to drink till he dropped.
"Ganglou, go fetch a few crates of beer to quench our thirst first, then bring out the hard stuff," An Jianwen ordered Yang Ganglou.
Mixing beer with liquor gets you drunk easily and ruins your stomach besides; drink too much and you could end up with a bleeding ulcer or a perforated stomach. An Jianwen, one had to admit, was a nasty piece of work — a few crates of beer to quench a thirst!
But An Jianwen's aim was to drink Wei Zhao to death. If not to death, then at least into drunkenness, after which they would stage a little show for the cameras. Wei Zhao might look as though he could hold his liquor, but An Jianwen was not the least bit worried: he, Su Taizao, and Yang Ganglou needed no introduction — all veterans of the drinking battlefield. Among the Four Young Masters of Songshan back then, who hadn't had an astonishing capacity?
Yang Ganglou, the strategist, was more so than any of them. Even with no one urging him on, he drank nonstop at home; before every plot to do someone in, he had to pour down a bottle of high-proof liquor. Was a drunkard like that to be measured by ordinary standards?
And of course, if the three of them still could not drink Wei Zhao under the table, they had one final trump card: Su Taiwei. That boy was the freak of the Su family, a walking liquor vat. Not only could he drink, he was a master of every deadly drinking method — red wine with Sprite, whiskey with iced tea, beer with cola, or taking red, white, and beer in turn, and so on and so forth... every one of them a trick to drink a man to death without paying for the funeral.
Such methods would finish most people off on the spot, but Su Taiwei had been soaked in a liquor vat since childhood — his father ran the Su family's brewing business — so he was himself a creature of the vat.
With Su Taiwei as his life-saving ace, what did An Jianwen have to fear?
Presently, under Yang Ganglou's direction, several waiters filed in and set crates of beer printed with foreign labels down on the floor.
One glance, and a flicker of anger crossed Wei Zhao's heart. These people were too vicious — the beer they'd brought was the strongest there was? If not for his own experience in such things, anyone else would have been bound straight for the hospital tonight.
An Jianwen had said to fetch a few crates of beer to quench their thirst, but the beer Yang Ganglou had the waiters carry in was "Tactical Nuclear Weapon Penguin," a brew of extraordinarily high alcohol content.
"Tactical Nuclear Weapon Penguin" contained six times the alcohol of ordinary beer. To Wei Zhao it was nothing, of course, but for an ordinary person it was more than enough to get dead drunk.
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