"What I mean to say is, if you cannot hold your liquor, then drink less. Half a bottle is generally too much. A third would have been enough..." Wei Zhao said.

"Huh!?" Yang Ganglou felt the blood rush upward, with the alcohol surging to his head along with it, and he nearly passed out drunk on the spot. A third would have been enough? A third? Why did you not say so sooner, why did you not say so, why...

An Jianwen and Su Taizao and Su Taiwei all wore looks of sympathy and indignation. Wei Zhao had certainly not lacked the time to speak. If he had wanted to say it, he could have said it while Yang Ganglou was drinking. There was no need to wait until he had finished before producing such a remark so calmly and unhurriedly!

So one thing was certain: Wei Zhao was toying with Yang Ganglou! No matter how much Yang Ganglou drank, he would have found some words to infuriate him.

This was exactly the principle that the onlooker sees clearly while the man in the game is blind. A trick that even An Jianwen could see through was invisible in Yang Ganglou's eyes. He fancied himself a strategist, a man of surpassing intellect whose trade was to scheme against others, yet in the end he had failed to out-scheme Wei Zhao. How could he face that?

When he plainly need not have drunk so much, yet like a fool he had downed half a bottle — what a hollow claim to the name of strategist! Stars burst before Yang Ganglou's eyes. Anger brought the force of the liquor rushing up, and he collapsed drunk across the table.

An Jianwen frowned. Was Yang Ganglou's nerve really this poor? And he still presumed to act as strategist?

Still, everyone at the table had now taken turns drinking with Wei Zhao, and the boy had already put away six bottles of baijiu in total. How could he still look as if nothing had happened? Could the brat have been raised soaking in a liquor vat? Yet An Jianwen could not possibly let the matter drop here. Now that they had locked horns, how could they stop? Would stopping not mean admitting defeat to Wei Zhao?

Damn it! If no one had seen, to concede would be to concede, and he could simply refuse to admit it. But that brat Wei Zhao kept fiddling with his phone over there, and most likely everything happening now had been recorded by him. If Gu Mengyao ever saw it, his image would be utterly ruined!

"We go on!" Su Taiwei gritted his teeth. The Su family was no match for the An family, and in many business matters they had to rely on An Jianwen. Although his cousin was also one of the Four Young Masters of Songshan, his influence fell far short of the An family's! The An family held power even across the province, while the Su family was confined to Songshan City.

So, seeing the hesitant and troubled look in An Jianwen's eyes, Su Taiwei resolved to grit his teeth and hold on.

"Hehe, I was just worrying about having no opponent!" Wei Zhao glanced at Su Taiwei. This fellow really was risking his life!

Su Taiwei opened a bottle of Moutai, hesitated a moment, and still asked, "A third..."

His limit was five bottles, but only when sipping slowly in a thin and steady stream. Drinking hard liquor at this furious pace, he reckoned he would not last much longer! His stomach was churning miserably now, and Su Taiwei had no choice but to show weakness. He wanted to ask Wei Zhao whether they could drink by the one-third rule he had mentioned before.

But Wei Zhao gave Su Taiwei no chance at all to speak: "Brother Wei is still the best. Not like that loser just now, who collapsed after half a bottle! Brother Wei drinks straight from the bottle and nothing happens to him! Otherwise how could you be called Brother Wei? You would just be called Brother Loser! Right?"

"This..." Su Taiwei's face turned green. Damn you, could you let me finish speaking before you talk? Could you? Could you! Su Taiwei was cursing inwardly, but with Wei Zhao's taunt laid down like this, he could no longer mention the one-third business. Would that not make him Brother Loser? Su Taiwei had no way out and could only say, "Fine, but I may not drink very fast. Forgive me!"

"Hehe, no problem!" Wei Zhao smiled, lifted the baijiu bottle before him, and drained it in one go.

Su Taiwei sighed. There was nothing for it. Copying Wei Zhao, he too raised his bottle and drank it down mouthful by mouthful, though he had to pause for breath several times before he finished the whole bottle of baijiu! It looked as if Su Taiwei had just about reached his limit.

Seeing that Wei Zhao was still perfectly fine, his face still flushed and healthy without a trace of weariness, Su Taiwei wanted to weep but had no tears. How had he ended up in a drinking contest with such a madman? Had he known, he would never have competed in drinking no matter what — even a shit-eating contest would have been better!

"Shall we still go on?" Su Taiwei really could hardly bear it. He had already drunk four bottles straight. Although five bottles was normally his limit, after finishing that much he would usually go off to vomit. But now he could not, and could only force himself to endure.

"No more." Wei Zhao shook his head, and Su Taiwei let out a long breath of relief, while An Jianwen and Su Taizao also relaxed! Yet they found it strange. How could Wei Zhao just stop? Could he too have reached his limit? Surely not? But as long as he stopped, it was fine. Who cared whether he had hit his limit or found his conscience!

"Stopping is just as well. Drinking like this is meaningless anyway. Gulping it down bottle by bottle is so boring!" Su Taiwei echoed.

"It is indeed boring, which is why I decided to stop!" Wei Zhao smiled, then added, "Let us play at something interesting instead?"

"Wh... what interesting thing?" Su Taiwei saw Wei Zhao's brilliant smile and suddenly felt something was wrong. Had he been tricked? What was Wei Zhao up to?

"Waiter, bring some red wine!" Wei Zhao shouted toward the door of the private room.

"Oh? Red wine?" Su Taiwei froze, then was overjoyed! The alcohol content of red wine was far below that of baijiu. If they switched to competing in red wine, he could hold on a while longer!

Su Taiwei reckoned Wei Zhao must have reached his limit too. He himself had drunk four bottles, but Wei Zhao had drunk seven! What kind of concept was seven bottles of baijiu? It was a miracle it had not drunk him to death!

Wei Zhao was probably just keeping up a good front, making people think nothing was wrong with him. Otherwise, if he were truly fine, why switch to red wine? Afraid Wei Zhao might change his mind again, Su Taiwei hurriedly shouted along, "Waiter, red wine! Hurry!"

"Yes, coming!" The waiter carried a case of red wine into the private room. With the earlier experience of beer and baijiu, this time without needing orders, he simply brought in a whole case of red wine.

An Jianwen and Su Taizao also breathed sighs of relief. They had truly feared Su Taiwei would fail to hold on and collapse outright, but now it did not matter. If it came to competing in red wine, Su Taiwei could surely last for some time.

An Jianwen set two bottles of red wine on the table, handing one to Wei Zhao and placing one before Su Taiwei.

"You say how we drink!" This time Su Taiwei was bold. When it came to red wine, no matter how they drank it he was not afraid. Not to mention one bottle, even two bottles straight meant nothing to him! So this time Su Taiwei was full of confidence.

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