Chapter 394 — How Do You Mean to Drink?
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"Heh, no problem!" Wei Zhao smiled and raised the bottle of baijiu before him, draining it in one go.
Su Taiwei sighed. There was no help for it—he followed Wei Zhao's example, lifted his bottle, and drank it down mouthful by mouthful. He had to stop several times for breath before he finished it. It seemed Su Taiwei was nearly at his limit.
Seeing that Wei Zhao was still fine, still ruddy-faced with not a trace of fatigue, Su Taiwei wanted to weep but had no tears. How had he ended up in a drinking contest with a madman like this? Had he known, he would have competed in anything but drinking—he'd sooner have competed at eating shit!
"Shall we continue?" Su Taiwei truly could not take much more. He had already downed four bottles in a row; normally five was his limit, but after five he was generally off being sick. Now, though, he couldn't—he could only force it down.
"No more." Wei Zhao shook his head, and Su Taiwei let out a long breath of relief—An Liwen and Su Taiwei relaxed as well. Yet they found it rather strange: why would Wei Zhao stop? Had he reached his limit too? That couldn't be, could it? But so long as he stopped, all was well—who cared whether it was his limit or a belated attack of conscience!
"Just as well you don't continue. There's no meaning in a drinking contest like this—pouring bottle after bottle down your throat is so boring!" Su Taiwei agreed.
"It really is boring, which is why I decided to stop!" Wei Zhao smiled, then said: "How about we play something interesting instead?"
"Wha—what interesting thing?" Seeing that radiant smile on Wei Zhao's face, Su Taiwei suddenly felt something was off. Had he been had? What was Wei Zhao up to?
"Waiter, bring some red wine!" Wei Zhao called toward the door of the private room.
"Red wine?" Su Taiwei was taken aback for a split second, but then his face lit up with delight! The alcohol content of red wine was nowhere near that of baijiu. If they switched to chugging red wine, he could hold on for a good while yet!
Su Taiwei reckoned Wei Zhao must have reached his limit too. He himself had put away four bottles, but Wei Zhao had consumed seven! What did seven bottles of baijiu mean? It was a miracle the man hadn't drunk himself to death!
Perhaps Wei Zhao was only putting on a flawless show on the surface, making everyone believe he was perfectly fine. Otherwise, if nothing was wrong, why switch to red wine? Afraid Wei Zhao might change his mind again, Su Taiwei quickly shouted along: "Waiter! Red wine! Hurry up!"
"Yes, sir, coming right up!" The waiter walked into the private room carrying a case of red wine. Thanks to the earlier experience with beer and baijiu, no instructions were needed this time. He simply walked straight in with a case of red wine.
An Liwen and Su Taiwei both breathed a sigh of relief. They had genuinely feared Su Taiwei wouldn't be able to hold out and would collapse on the spot. But now it didn't matter. In a red wine contest, Su Taiwei could certainly last quite a while.
An Liwen set two bottles of red wine on the table, handing one to Wei Zhao and placing the other in front of Su Taiwei.
"How do you want to drink it? You call the shot!" This time Su Taiwei was bold and hearty. Drinking red wine, he feared no method. Never mind one bottle; he could down two without a care! Su Taiwei's confidence was running sky-high this round.
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