Chapter 1076: Chapter 1065: New Gambling Method
As Liu Qing joined the fray, the previously harmonious atmosphere in the private room started to feel a bit tense.
Ning Fan seemed completely oblivious to the strange looks from the crowd, locking eyes with Liu Qing, drinking one glass after another, causing the wine on the table to rapidly diminish.
By the seventh glass, Liu Qing’s intoxication surged, and she lowered her head and started to vomit.
Already having a stomach full of seafood, she clutched the trash can, vomiting for several minutes, and the unpleasant smell quickly permeated the entire room.
Wang Chao slightly wrinkled his brows, poured a glass of clear water, and patted Liu Qing’s back, whispering, “Rinse your mouth, and rest on the side for a bit.”
After tossing the trash can outside the door, Wang Chao looked at Ning Fan and said with a chuckle, “Money really can do wonders, I didn’t think Brother Ning Fan would be a god of a thousand drinks, never drunk.”
His words were quite sarcastic, but Ning Fan seemed unfazed, only organizing the cash in front of him, stacking them into a small square.
Just during the last ten minutes of drinking, all the cash in Liu Qing’s purse had been lost to him.
Yet Ning Fan… remained expressionless.
“How about this, I’ll drink a few glasses with you, still the old rules.”
Wang Chao scrutinized Ning Fan, thinking this guy had already drunk over ten bottles, forget the capacity, just the amount of alcohol in his stomach would be enough to make him suffer greatly.
If he can drink himself to stomach bleeding, that would be even better!
Wang Chao’s eyes flashed a hint of cold light as he thought to himself.
“You drink with me?”
Ning Fan put down the glass, folded his arms, and scrutinized Wang Chao, silent for a long while.
“What, scared?”
Wang Chao looked at Ning Fan with feigned surprise, using a provocation tactic.
“Not scared, it’s just pretty boring.”
Ning Fan spread his hands, saying, “This foreign wine tastes like a friggin’ drink, doesn’t feel like anything at all, if we keep drinking like this, I’m afraid I’ll finish all the stock at this KTV and still not get drunk, why not we change the play a bit.”
“Change the play? What kind of play?”
Wang Chao raised his eyebrows, looking at Ning Fan, feeling slightly uneasy, as Ning Fan’s earlier performance was indeed astonishing.
These thirty bottles of Romanée-Conti weren’t cheap, even though he’s a supreme VIP at Junyu KTV, with all expenses having a 30% discount, it still costs him nearly half a million.
Even his usual generous spending hand felt a bit of a pinch.
“Red wine’s boring, let’s drink the hard stuff, Moutai isn’t bad, I like that taste.”
Ning Fan smacked his lips and said to himself, “Also, a thousand per glass is pretty meaningless, we might as well change the rules, ten thousand per glass.”
“Ten thousand per glass?”
Wang Chao opened his mouth slightly, somewhat hesitant to agree.
“What, scared?”
Ning Fan’s face remained calm, looking at Wang Chao, throwing back the provocation tactic Wang Chao had thrown at him before.
“I… Haha, why would I be scared, it just seems Brother Ning Fan has already drunk so much earlier, if I win against you, wouldn’t it be an unfair victory?”
The smile on Wang Chao’s face became colder, saying coldly, “Moreover, the most crucial thing is, I don’t think Brother Ning Fan seems to have enough cash to complete this bet with me, look at what’s in front of you, only twenty thousand yuan.”
Wang Chao threw a briefcase onto the table, unzipping it, revealing neatly stacked new bills inside.
“Here is two hundred thousand, you only have twenty thousand, and it’s won, can you afford to lose?”
Wang Chao looked at Ning Fan and said lightly, “I’ll give you a chance, admit defeat, bow to me, Wang Chao, it’s not disgraceful.”
“Admit defeat?”
Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, smiling as he said, “Sorry, the word ‘defeat’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”
After saying this, Ning Fan pointed to Zhao Xue’er, who was looking at him with full concern, and said, “If I lose and don’t have enough money, Xue’er will cover for me.”
“Is that true?”
This time Wang Chao looked at Zhao Xue’er.
“Mm… I’ll help Ning Fan哥哥 pay!”
Although Zhao Xue’er herself only had tens of thousands of yuan in savings, after hearing Ning Fan’s words, she unhesitatingly chose to support Ning Fan.
“Hehe, alright, let’s do this then.”
Seeing Zhao Xue’er agreeing to pay for Ning Fan, a trace of cold light flashed in Wang Chao’s eyes, his face remaining expressionless.
After calling Manager Cao, Wang Chao directly ordered ten bottles of Feitian Moutai.
After the Moutai bottles were opened, the aroma of soy sauce-flavored liquor was strikingly different from the wine aroma, and in just a few seconds, the fragrance of Moutai had completely overshadowed the scent of Romanée-Conti.
It’s like a shy maiden suddenly being overwhelmed by a burly man.
Feitian Moutai versus Romanée-Conti, it’s just that domineering and unreasonable!
“Respect first.”
Wang Chao didn’t say much, took out a white wine glass, filled his own, and drank it up with his head back.
Ning Fan was equally straightforward, downing a glass without blinking.
The two exchanged glasses, drinking head-to-head for over ten cups, and suddenly Ning Fan slowed his drinking pace.
This guy can’t hold it anymore!
Wang Chao was secretly pleased, sarcastically saying, “Oh, weren’t you the one who wanted to drink white wine just now, what happened now, can’t handle it?”
However, what he didn’t expect was, Ning Fan didn’t admit defeat but instead started to laugh, pointing at the thumb-high white wine glass in front of him, shaking his head saying, “This glass is too small, drinking like this is uninteresting, why not change the way of drinking.”
Without waiting for Wang Chao to respond, Ning Fan picked up an entire bottle of Feitian Moutai, smiled and said, “One bottle is ten cups, start with one bottle, don’t disappoint me, Prince Wang.”
After saying this, Ning Fan aimed the bottle mouth at his own mouth, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, in less than five seconds, he finished a bottle of Feitian Moutai.
“It… can be played like this!”
Cao Qianqian watched Ning Fan’s operation, dumbfounded.
“Is he really the reincarnation of a wine immortal, this drinking capacity is too scary.”
“Going all out for money, let’s just wait for him to get stomach bleeding and alcohol poisoning!”
Everyone whispered, and with excellent hearing, Ning Fan caught all of this in his ears, smiling slightly, pretending not to know.
In fact, these drinks were no different from plain water to him.
With the operation of the Eight Zen Decree Technique, the True Yuan in his body had already evaporated all the alcohol, expelling it through his sweat.
This was the reason why Ning Fan smelled of alcohol but showed no signs of intoxication at all.
Opposite, Wang Chao saw Ning Fan gulp down a bottle cleanly, gritted his teeth, and downed a bottle too.
Bottle for bottle, drinking head-to-head continuously.
After Ning Fan finished the second bottle, Wang Chao had just taken a sip and immediately vomited all the alcohol out, all over the coffee table.
“Chao哥, what’s wrong with you?”
Someone asked concernedly.
Just as Wang Chao was about to reply, a surge of nausea surged from his stomach, accompanied by dizziness.
“Wow!”
The sound of retching echoed, Wang Chao’s stomach convulsed uncontrollably, and incompletely digested food was vomited everywhere!