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Chapter 412 - 412 412 Show off your wealth

412: Chapter 412: Show off your wealth?

I can drink until you go bankrupt!

412: Chapter 412: Show off your wealth?

I can drink until you go bankrupt!

Thirty thousand a cup!

To think you could also make money from drinking!

Wu Jie picked up a cup and said with a playful laugh, “Yun, right?

The two bottles of Maotai left on your table should be enough to fill about twenty cups, shouldn’t they?”

“These one-ounce cups can hold fifty milliliters each, so twenty cups would need a thousand milliliters.

The two bottles of Maotai should be just enough, but it seems one bottle has been poured from already, so it won’t be a full thousand milliliters!”

Upon hearing this, Yun burst into laughter:

“Ha!

Are you worried there won’t be enough booze?”

“Look at you, all skin and bones.

If you can down a bottle and a half of Maotai, I’ll consider it as if you’ve had twenty cups!”

Wu Jie nodded with a grin, “Alright!

I’m quite thirsty!”

He picked up the cup and drained it with a tilt of his neck.

It was just a cup of baijiu, and Yun and the others didn’t find anything unusual, each looking at Wu Jie with a scornful smirk as he grabbed the bottle.

Half a bottle of Maotai, almost half a jin of baijiu, Wu Jie picked it up as if drinking mineral water.

Gurgle~

Gurgle~

Hiss…

With a sense of the aftertaste, Wu Jie furrowed his brow as if he couldn’t help but feel like throwing up.

Baijiu is spicy, nothing like beer.

Drinking too fast can make one feel as though they’re burning up from the throat to the heart to the stomach, which is especially uncomfortable.

Seeing Wu Jie trying to endure it, Yun watched with an unyielding sneer, then looked at Wu Jie with a playful smile.

“Kid, don’t show off!

With the way you’re drinking, are you looking to die?”

“Be careful, you may not walk away with the money and end up drinking yourself to death!”

Over half a bottle of Maotai baijiu is already equivalent to six liang of alcohol.

Drinking so much high-concentration baijiu in one go is almost the same as slowly enjoying a jin of baijiu over a meal and conversation.

“No problem!

I’m still thirsty!”

Wu Jie chuckled and shook his head.

He held the empty bottle upside down, and not a single drop of liquor fell out.

Casually picking up the unopened bottle of Maotai, he popped the cap and tilted his head back in a frenzied drink.

Gurgle, gurgle~

Gurgle, gurgle~

Seeing Wu Jie’s bullish drinking stance, Yun and the others found their laughter fading.

Shit!

We’re up against a pro!

Drinking baijiu so fiercely and still not choking, red-faced, or vomiting?

This is 53-degree Maotai, dammit!

It’s not freaking mineral water!!

“You…

you’re not cheating, are you?”

Yun immediately stood up and stepped closer to Wu Jie for a closer look.

Wu Jie wasn’t cheating; no liquor flowed out the corners of his mouth—he had drunk it all.

“Damn!

This tolerance…

have you trained?”

“Bro, you’re impressive!”

“Watch out, acting tough is a moment’s pleasure, but it may lead straight to the crematorium later!”

“You drink boldly, but let’s see if it all comes back up later!”

…

As the murmurs carried on, Wu Jie finished drinking.

Seeming not yet fully satisfied, he shook the cup, not a drop of liquor falling, then with a bang, he set the bottle down, looking around with a cheerful laugh.

“No…

can’t be!

You…

kid, don’t you feel a burn in your throat or heart?”

Yun asked with a dumbfounded face.

Wu Jie shook his head and said, “Not at all!

Drinking is so cool, it tastes way better than mineral water.

Shall we keep playing?

I can drink till you go bankrupt—believe it or not?”

Yun’s lips twitched and he shouted rigidly with a forced smile, “Don’t get cocky, I don’t believe for a second you don’t have any reaction!!”

The other lackeys also stood up one by one, converging around Wu Jie with suspicious gazes.

Of course, some were checking carefully, feeling like Wu Jie must have cheated somehow.

More than a jin of baijiu!

Just gulping it down without turning red or out of breath—shit, is he even human?

For an average adult, the tolerance for high-concentration baijiu is about half a jin, and perhaps a jin for the strong, but to see someone drink more than a jin of baijiu all at once was unheard of for them.

Everyone stared at Wu Jie with eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.

Five seconds passed!

One minute passed!

The awaited vomiting reaction did not occur.

Wu Jie was perfectly fine, not even a hint of nausea, let alone vomiting.

His face wasn’t even red, but instead, he looked on with a slight grin at the group of street toughs.

“What are you looking at?

Bring me a bag to pack up the money!”

“Wait a minute!”

Yun suddenly raised his hand, and the underling who was about to pack the money immediately stopped.

Stepping forward, Yun placed his hands on his hips, his brows furrowed, glaring at Wu Jie as if he were looking at an alien.

“You…

you stand up!”

Wu Jie gave a faint smile and slowly rose to his feet.

Yun then yelled, “Spread your arms!

Lift them up!”

Wu Jie did as he was told.

“Damn!

Nothing hidden!”

Yun scratched his bald head, finding it fucking unbelievable.

“Kid, dare you to bow and shake your clothes?” a voice cried out.

Wu Jie sneered, grabbed his collar, and shook it several times as he bent over.

“How about that?

Didn’t pour the booze anywhere, did I?” Wu Jie stepped back twice, “You can check the floor, it’s spotlessly clean, right?

Good Moutai, how could I bear to pour it away?”

At this point, Wu Jie turned to the two dumbstruck men and shouted:

“Damn it!

What are you two spacing out for?

Pack up the money!”

Yun clenched his fists and furrowed his brows deeply.

Fucking hell!

What exactly is going on?

Ten pairs of eyes had been watching Wu Jie from start to finish.

Everyone saw him drink it, but how did more than a liter of liquor seem like mineral water?

Yun, not wanting to believe it, casually picked up the two bottles Wu Jie had drunk from.

He sniffed them!

Holy shit!

Full of the scent of alcohol!

It wasn’t mineral water, it was genuine 53-proof Moutai liquor!

Bang bang!

Yun put the bottles down heavily, feeling rather stuck.

He had intended to lure Wu Jie into drinking, thinking he could make money and then get drunk unconscious, duping him in the process.

But what happened?

One and a half bottles of Moutai later, not a fucking thing wrong with him, and on top of that, he had given away hundreds of thousands for nothing!

What the fuck do I do now?

Just stand by and watch this little shit walk away with hundreds of thousands and the classical beauty Lin Yuan, whom I’ve long coveted?

No way!

People fight for a breath of dignity like Buddha worships a stick of incense!

Yun slammed his fist on the dining table with a bang, startling many.

“Pack up his money and get the waiter to bring a few more bottles of Moutai!”

After giving the order, Yun turned around with a cold smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring intently at Wu Jie.

“Not bad, kid, you can really hold your liquor!”

“Didn’t you say you could drink me into bankruptcy?

Fine then!

If you’ve got the guts, keep drinking, thirty thousand a bottle!

However much you drink, I’ll fucking transfer the money to you, dare you?”

Wu Jie raised an eyebrow and said with a sneer, “Do you think I’m stupid?

No matter how good my tolerance, drinking more will only make me angrier!”

“Half a million!”

Yun lifted his chin, appearing determined to corner Wu Jie.

The other underlings gathered around, flexing their muscles and cracking their knuckles threateningly.

The threat was palpable!

Wu Jie glanced sideways with a cold chuckle:

“Tch!

Look at all of you, if I don’t keep drinking, I won’t be able to take the money I just won, will I?”

“And what about being well-known in Beilong County, keeping your word?”

Yun waved his hand and increased the price: “A fixed price, six hundred thousand per bottle, if you can drink two more without falling over, I will fucking kneel, and let you leave with the money and the girl!”

“Two bottles, is it?” Wu Jie laughed: “Making me drink three and a half kilos of liquor, what are you trying to do?

Kill me with drink?”

Yun scoffed: “Aren’t you the tough guy?

The one who boasted about drinking me into bankruptcy!”

While speaking, Yun took out his phone, slammed it on the table, pointed to it, and raised his head, shouting:

“I’ve got over two hundred thousand in my account, ready to transfer to you at any moment, but dare you drink a few more bottles?”

As soon as the words were spoken, an underling came in with a waiter carrying four bottles of Moutai.

“Four bottles, six hundred thousand each!

Alright, drink them up and I’ll transfer you all the money!”

Yun pointed at the bottles of Moutai and sneered: “What’s the matter?

Don’t dare to do it?”

Wu Jie shrugged: “It’s not that I don’t dare, I’m worried that after I finish, you won’t have the money to pay the bill!”