Chapter 392 — Drinking Straight from the Bottle
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"Drink from the bottle?" An Liwen and Su Taizao and the others were somewhat dumbfounded. They had never heard of anyone drinking baijiu straight from the bottle. They counted themselves old hands at the drinking table and had done their share of drinking contests, but this sort of contest was a little frightening.
Still, that An Liwen and the others had never heard of it did not mean Su Taiwei had not. His family were in the liquor business, so he dealt day to day with liquor merchants. Those men were more wine vat than wine vat; there was nothing they had not done, down to tossing back erguotou straight from the bottle at a roadside stall.
To keep up with these liquor merchants, Su Taiwei had to accompany them to all sorts of places, and so he was a frequent visitor at roadside stalls as well.
"Looks like Brother Lin is quite a hand at this too!" Su Taiwei was not particularly surprised. Wei Zhao as an opponent had made him take him a little more seriously, but not yet to the point of worry!
Among all those liquor merchants, which one was not a master of the drinking table? Many a deal had been drunk out by Su Taiwei across a table, so he only regarded Wei Zhao with slightly more attention.
"Good — looks like Brother Wei is a kindred spirit. Then I'll drink first as a courtesy!" This time it was Wei Zhao who seized the initiative. He opened the cap of the Moutai before him and drained it in one go!
"Huh?!" This time, not to mention An Liwen, even Su Taiwei was dumbfounded! Baijiu could be downed in a toast — straight from the bottle? That was uncanny! Even though Su Taiwei sometimes drank bottle-to-bottle with liquor merchants, that was sip by sip; only when little was left did he finish it off. But to go at it like this from the very start, draining it like beer — Su Taiwei had never seen the like.
Even so, a stubborn refusal would not stay down: it rose from the depths of his heart. Su Taiwei was, after all, acknowledged among the young masters of Songshan as the god of drink, and now an unknown nobody had dared to challenge him — a nobody An Liwen had ordered him to drink into the hospital. Could Su Taiwei swallow that? He could not, for that would make him the Ninja Turtle of forbearance.
Su Taiwei gave a cold laugh. A bottle of baijiu was nothing at all to him; his absolute limit was around five bottles. He had drunk this one rather quickly, but even so, Su Taiwei could accept it.
Su Taiwei opened the bottle with great gusto and, like Wei Zhao, drained it in one go. He had drunk it a little fast, but it affected nothing; after a faint flush of color, his face returned to normal.
Yet though Su Taiwei looked fine on the surface, his stomach was in considerable distress. A whole bottle of baijiu poured straight down — even a hard drinker was no body of diamond indestructibility, and his stomach would not take it kindly.
"Good liquor. Let's go again." Wei Zhao tossed the empty bottle aside and picked up another bottle of baijiu.
"Uh..." Su Taiwei had not expected that after one bottle Wei Zhao would not even pause to rest, but immediately demand another round, and his expression could not help but turn a little ugly.
"I'll take it!" An Liwen frowned. He had not expected Wei Zhao to be a walking wine vat; it seemed his plan for today would be rather hard to carry out. As the saying goes, when an expert makes his move, you know at once whether he has it — that was exactly the principle here.
After one bottle, Wei Zhao showed no effect at all, and An Liwen now understood that Wei Zhao truly could drink.
An Liwen's capacity was two bottles of baijiu, but drinking straight from the bottle was a first for him. He opened the bottle and, steeling himself, began to pour it down...