Chapter 391 — Let's Just Drink the Baijiu Instead
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"Brother Lin, let me toast you as well!" Yang Ganglou now rose to his feet and handed Wei Zhao another can of beer. "For what happened with Brother An that day, I truly thank you!"
"Ha ha, think nothing of it, think nothing of it..." Unable to hide his delight, Wei Zhao took the beer from Yang Ganglou's hand and drained it in one go. A rotating assault, is it? Ha ha, how creative... Wei Zhao felt a touch of contempt.
If he had not still needed to keep living in Songshan City, Wei Zhao would not have minded taking these few pieces of trash by the scruff of the neck right now and flinging them out the upstairs window, letting them experience for themselves what it felt like to be Superman.
But for the moment — at least on the surface — Wei Zhao would not go looking for trouble for himself, and so he regarded the schemes of An Liwen and his lot as he would a play unfolding on a stage.
After Yang Ganglou sat down, Su Tai-wei came forward — only this time he carried four cans of beer. He set two of them before Wei Zhao, then opened the remaining two: "Brother, you saved Brother An's life, which makes you the savior of Wei-ge here as well. One can of beer is no longer enough to express my feelings, so I'll use two! But Brother Lin, you drink at your own pace!"
Wei Zhao saw through the man's little game at a glance. No doubt he knew that by now, this deep into the beer, the rest of the evening would be free-and-easy drinking — there was no way they could keep up this rotating relay of men pouring beer into Wei Zhao. He was the last one left, and he meant to seize his chance.
"Since Wei-ge can down his, then I'll down mine too!" Wei Zhao thought to himself. Someone who actually calls himself Wei-ge? This guy's something else. So Wei Zhao deliberately pronounced the first "down" with a heavy stress, in distant echo of "Wei-ge"...
Su Tai-wei naturally caught the little trick in Wei Zhao's words, but since he had to drink with the man, he could only pretend he had not heard, and said with a smile: "Good — then let me drink first, as a show of respect!"
Two cans of beer went down, and Su Tai-wei drank as if it were plain water — not a flush on his cheeks, not a quickening of his heart, nothing out of the ordinary at all. But then, looking at Wei Zhao, it was just the same.
An Liwen and Su Tai-zao exchanged a glance, and a flicker of shock crossed each man's eyes. It seemed this young Wei Zhao had some capacity for liquor after all. Good thing they had brought Su Tai-wei along — otherwise they might not have been able to get the better of Wei Zhao at all.
Seeing that things were going on this way without much effect on Wei Zhao, An Liwen threw Yang Ganglou a look, signaling him to move on to the next step of the plan. The beer-drinking stage could be skipped.
The beer might not have been weak, but compared with baijiu it was a long way off. Rather than filling their bellies with beer, it would be better to switch straight to the hard stuff.
If Wei Zhao drank too much beer and got full, then declined the baijiu, they would lose more than they gained.
"Brother Lin, you can certainly hold your liquor! I'm in awe!" Yang Ganglou said with a laugh. "It looks like Brother Lin is a serious drinker too. So why don't we switch to baijiu? Otherwise we won't really enjoy ourselves, will we?"
"You should have said so earlier!" Wei Zhao tossed aside the empty beer can in his hand. "If you'd told me sooner, I wouldn't have drunk the beer at all. I'm a man who can't work up any interest in low-proof stuff! Brother An treated me to red wine, and it was pure misery for me! Since I wasn't familiar with you all, I didn't feel right making demands — but this time it doesn't matter. We all know each other well now, so let's just switch straight to baijiu!"