School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Chapter 165 - 187: Going Alone to the Meeting (Part 2)

Chapter 165: Chapter 187: Going Alone to the Meeting (Part 2)

Chen Nan followed Wen Changhe up to the second floor.

Unlike the main hall on the first floor, the second floor was all private rooms. They arrived outside the most luxurious one, and Wen Changhe pushed the door open and made a welcoming gesture to Chen Nan, "Young Master Chen, please come in."

Chen Nan didn’t stand on ceremony with him and strode inside.

This was a large private room of fifty square meters, and yet, in such a spacious room, there was only one table, surrounded by various colorful plants. On the left, there was even an artificial mountain and fountain, and the sound of the water trickling was refreshing to the soul.

Around the large table, there were a total of seven chairs, and at this moment, five people were already seated. Among them, three were familiar faces to Chen Nan.

Sitting squarely in the middle was the Head of the Zhao Family, Zhao Dongshan. To his left and right were Zhao Ming and the head of the bodyguard team, Lin HaiLong. As for the other two men, Chen Nan didn’t recognize them, but their strength was around the Entering Dao Seventh Layer Heaven, slightly weaker than Lin HaiLong, probably vice-captains of the bodyguard team or something of the sort.

"Young Master Chen has arrived, please take a seat."

Zhao Dongshan stood up and pointed to an empty seat with a smile.

Seeing Zhao Dongshan stand, the other few quickly got up as well, looking towards Chen Nan. As for Zhao Ming, although somewhat displeased, he could do nothing about it. After all, since Zhao Dongshan was being so courteous to Chen Nan, what could he do?

"You’re too polite, Boss Zhao."

Chen Nan said with a smile on his face, sitting down at the table.

"It’s truly an honor for me, Zhao Dongshan, to have Young Master Chen grace us with his presence today!" Zhao Dongshan said cheerfully, lifting up his glass, "Come, come, come, Young Master Chen, I toast to you."

"What are you talking about, Boss Zhao? Ming and I hit it off like brothers at first sight. Ming himself called me up, if I didn’t come, wouldn’t it be a disservice to him?" Chen Nan said, not making any move to pick up the glass but instead looking towards Zhao Ming, "Right, Brother Ming?"

The moment Chen Nan’s words left his mouth, everyone’s faces turned slightly ugly.

By saying this, he implied that the only reason he came to the meeting today was for Zhao Ming’s sake, not Zhao Dongshan’s. While on the surface, he was praising Zhao Ming, in reality, he was slapping Zhao Dongshan in the face.

What made it even more infuriating was that Zhao Dongshan was in the process of toasting Chen Nan, and the man hadn’t even bothered to pick up the glass, not to mention that he had yet to drink from it.

Compared to the others, Zhao Ming—whose head was not particularly bright—hadn’t thought that far.

He was sulking because Chen Nan was being two-faced.

The guy had beaten him up badly last time, and even took his money and his watch. And now he had the audacity to say they were like sworn brothers? Was there anything more treacherous than this?

Damn you, Chen Nan, if it weren’t for your martial arts, I’d fight you to the death right now!

As Zhao Ming cursed in his heart, Zhao Dongshan gave him a nudge, signaling him to respond quickly. Zhao Ming then begrudgingly smiled and said, "That’s right, as Nan said."

Zhao Dongshan’s arm was still raised with the glass in hand, putting it down seemed wrong, but so did keeping it up. He therefore continued to smile and said, "Young Master Chen, come, I toast to you."

Chen Nan took a drag from his cigarette, calmly flicking away the ash before grabbing a bottle of Moutai and standing up, "Boss Zhao, do you consider me a brother?"

Zhao Dongshan was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself damn it, you’re out there calling my nephew a brother, and now you’re asking me whether I consider you a brother?

"Of course, we all brothers here if we can sit together and drink," Zhao Dongshan said with a smile.

"Since we’re all brothers, why bother with glasses when drinking? Let’s make it straightforward. Come, drink straight from the bottle," Chen Nan said as he opened a bottle of Moutai in his hand and smiled. "If Boss Zhao is not accustomed to drinking from the bottle, then I’ll keep the bottle, and you can stick with the glass."

Chen Nan’s brazen words made everyone’s face turn cold.

As the Head of the Zhao Family, Zhao Dongshan naturally cared about face value. If Chen Nan was drinking from the bottle and he stuck to a small glass, wouldn’t that be like slapping his own face?

"Young Master Chen is right, a real man drinks boldly. Come on, let’s drink from the bottle," agreed Zhao Dongshan, grabbing a bottle of Moutai himself.

"Boss Zhao sure is straightforward. Let’s chug this one," said Chen Nan, clinking his bottle against Zhao Dongshan’s before tilting his head back to drink.

Chug it!

Zhao Dongshan’s face changed at these words. He had lived for many years but had never heard of anyone chugging liquor straight from the bottle; this wasn’t drinking, it was a death wish!

Watching Chen Nan gulp down the Moutai with "glug glug glug" sounds, Zhao Dongshan, not wanting to show weakness, grabbed the bottle and started to drink.

"Pop..."

It took only a few seconds for Chen Nan to finish a bottle and place the empty one on the table. Zhao Dongshan, on the other hand, was still drinking, having only managed little more than half.

By the time Zhao Dongshan finished his bottle, Chen Nan had already picked up another one, raising it and saying, "Here, Boss Zhao, thank you for your warm hospitality. I return your toast with another bottle."

Zhao Dongshan shivered all over. Another bottle right after the first? This isn’t a soft drink but liquor!

With Chen Nan already lifting his bottle, Zhao Dongshan couldn’t refuse without losing face, and reluctantly he picked up another bottle and clinked it with Chen Nan’s.

"Glug glug glug..."

The sounds of gulping echoed like swallowing water, Chen Nan found it even easier to drink the liquor than plain water. In a matter of seconds, another bottle of Moutai was gone.

Everyone inhaled sharply. This was Moutai, strong liquor, not beer! The man had downed two bottles as if they were soft drinks. Was this guy the legendary God of Wine?

Meanwhile, Zhao Dongshan was still sipping his drink, his pace far slower than that of Chen Nan.

When he finally finished the second bottle, Zhao Dongshan’s face was flushed, feeling an intense burning in his throat and stomach, extremely uncomfortable.

But just then, Chen Nan picked up a third bottle, causing a cold shiver to run down Zhao Dongshan’s spine. His body trembled at the thought. How could he continue? Any more and he’d surely be drunk!