Chapter 393 — Wait a Moment
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Su Taiwei shot Su Taizao a quick glance. "Right — I came here on an empty stomach, so I won't stand on ceremony!"
Saying which, Su Taiwei picked up his chopsticks and began eating in great, greedy mouthfuls...
Watching the Su brothers play off each other like a well-rehearsed double act, Wei Zhao felt nothing but contempt, though he kept it to himself, remarking only, lightly: "Since this Brother Wei has gone limp... oh, I mean hungry — then Brother Taizao, will you take his place?"
"Very well, I'll drink with you!" Su Taizao nodded. "Only my tolerance isn't great, ha ha... Tell you what — you drink yours in one go, and I'll take mine in two!"
Su Taizao had seen the wretched state An Jianwen was in. He lacked Su Taiwei's capacity — he and An Jianwen were much of a muchness — so rather than spraying liquor all over himself and making a fool of himself, he decided he might as well be generous about it: admit that he couldn't hold his liquor, and ask to split it in two.
"Sure, no problem — you could drink even half and I'd be fine with it!" Wei Zhao silently cursed the two Su brothers for the shameless creatures they were, but outwardly he sounded generous enough.
The words were barely out of Wei Zhao's mouth before Su Taizao very nearly burst a heart valve from regret. Half would have done? Why on earth hadn't he said so earlier — if he had, what would have been the point of splitting it in two? But though Su Taizao was shameless to a degree, he had not yet sunk so low as to be utterly without face, and there was no going back now.
Wei Zhao, his expression still unmoved, polished off a bottle of Maotai, while Su Taizao got his down in two goes. He didn't go so far as to spray the liquor out of his mouth the way An Jianwen had — but it was hardly any better.
Once the liquor was down, he sat frozen in his seat — plainly seared half out of his wits, his face scarlet, his eyes brimming with tears, fighting back the cough. Motionless as a statue, he sat there.
In fact, Su Taizao didn't dare move a muscle; he was afraid that one twitch and the liquor in his belly would come gushing back up.
"Brother Wei, your brother seems to have run out — still no match for Brother Wei himself! What do you say, shall we keep going?" Wei Zhao glanced over at Su Taiwei, who was desperately cramming in food while he had the chance.
"Good! Bring it on!" Su Taiwei wiped his mouth and nodded. He had just eaten a good deal and felt somewhat restored; one more bottle should pose no problem. By now, though, he understood that Wei Zhao outmatched him — Wei Zhao had already put away four bottles.
Without the slightest suspense, Wei Zhao finished his fifth bottle. Su Taiwei withdrew to recover, and Yang Ganglou took his place — only for Yang Ganglou to declare, with breathtaking shamelessness: "I'll drink half. My tolerance really is poor! Let me drain mine first, out of respect!"
With that, Yang Ganglou raised his bottle and knocked back half of it, as though terrified Wei Zhao might change his mind...
"Wait a moment—" Before Wei Zhao could finish, Yang Ganglou had drunk his half and set the bottle down.
"Oh? Brother Lin, did you have something to say?" Yang Ganglou thought: that was a close call. One more second and Wei Zhao might have gone back on his word. What he had said to Su Taizao earlier was probably only meant to rile him — how could he ever have let Su Taizao off?
So Yang Ganglou thrilled at his own cunning — truly a strategist's mind, a head that really worked. I've already finished drinking; whatever you say now is useless. What do you want to do? What can you do?
"Ah, you've already drunk it — anything I say now is pointless!" Wei Zhao sighed.
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