Chapter 390 — No Return Without Getting Drunk
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Seeing their astonished faces, Wei Zhao merely smiled. "Ha ha, you all know I'm the young lady's attendant. At home, I never get to drink — so I've been craving it a little..."
At those words, everyone had a flash of understanding! So that was it. And it did make sense — Wei Zhao, as Gu Mengyao's attendant, had been hired with Gu Pengzhan's money. Surely he could not go on drinking heavily every day? What kind of conduct would that be?
So now that he had finally gotten such a chance, Wei Zhao naturally would not let it slip by! Hearing him say so, everyone immediately relaxed. They had thought Wei Zhao might be up to some trick — but it seemed he really had made up his mind to drink until the night was a blur!
"Ganglou, go fetch a few crates of beer, let's quench our thirst first, then bring out the hard stuff!" An Liwen ordered Yang Ganglou.
Mixing beer and liquor got you drunk easily and wrecked your stomach — drink enough and you might end up with bleeding or a perforated ulcer. There was no denying An Liwen was a vicious sort. "Quench our thirst," and he wanted several crates of beer!
But An Liwen's aim was to drink Wei Zhao to death — or, failing that, at least get him drunk and then stage a little show for him! Though Wei Zhao seemed to have some capacity, An Liwen was not worried in the least. He, Su Tai-zao, and Yang Ganglou need hardly be mentioned — all veterans of the drinking wars. Back when they were the Four Young Masters of Songshan, who among them had not been a prodigious drinker?
Yang Ganglou, the strategist, was even more so. Even without anyone urging him on, he knocked back glass after glass at home. Before every scheme to set someone up, he had to down a bottle of strong liquor. Could such a drunkard be measured by ordinary standards?
Of course, if these three still could not drink Wei Zhao under the table, they had a final trump card — Su Tai-wei! This fellow was the oddity of the Su family, practically a vat of liquor himself. Not only could he drink, he was a master of every dangerous drinking method there was: red wine with Sprite, whiskey with iced tea, beer with cola, or red, white, and beer taking turns, one after another... all of them tricks that could kill a man and never pay for it!
Such methods would finish anyone else off at once, but Su Tai-wei had been pickled in a vat of liquor since childhood — his father ran the Su family's brewing business — so he was a creature of the liquor vat himself.
With Su Taiwei as his life-saving trump card, what did An Liwen have to fear?
Soon, under Yang Ganglou's direction, several waiters filed in carrying boxes of beer printed with foreign labels and set them down on the floor.
One glance was enough to send a flicker of anger through Wei Zhao's heart. These people were truly vicious, weren't they? Beer, and they had to bring out the strongest stuff? If not for his own experience, anyone else would likely have ended up in the hospital tonight!
An Liwen had said he wanted a few boxes of beer to quench their thirst, but the beer Yang Ganglou had the waiters haul in was "Tactical Nuclear Penguin," a brew with an extraordinarily high alcohol content!
The alcohol content of "Tactical Nuclear Penguin" was six times that of ordinary beer. To Wei Zhao, of course, that was nothing, but for an ordinary person it was more than enough to get dead drunk!