Chapter 1075: Chapter 1064: Never Drunk After A Thousand Cups!
“Bring it on!”
Just as Luo Hui finished speaking, Ning Fan swiftly stood up, picked up a glass of red wine already poured on the coffee table, drank it in one gulp, and let out a burp, seemingly afraid others would snatch it from him.
“That’s a bottle of Romanée-Conti right there, finished in one gulp. It’s like a bull chewing on peonies; such a waste, it pains the heart.”
Cao Qianqian rolled her eyes, looked at Zhao Xue’er with a disdainful expression, and said, “Zhao Xue’er, where did you find such a bizarre brother? Truly a world full of wonders.”
“Indeed, look at him, acting as if we’re going to grab his wine, as if he wouldn’t make that thousand bucks otherwise.”
Liu Qing covered her mouth and laughed, nudging Zhao Xue’er beside her with her elbow, joking, “Does your brother need money that badly?”
“Uh… Ning Fan’s just joking around with everyone.”
Zhao Xue’er blushed slightly, quietly making excuses for Ning Fan, but the more she spoke, the softer her voice became, even feeling a bit embarrassed herself.
“Ning Fan must be upset, that’s why he’s acting like this. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have asked him to come along.”
She lowered her head, full of self-reproach.
Wang Chao, sitting at the head seat, was observing the changes in Zhao Xue’er’s expression. Seeing her lower her head, he thought Ning Fan’s behavior made her uncomfortable, and he felt a surge of joy.
If he knew what Zhao Xue’er was truly thinking, he would’ve probably spat out a mouthful of blood in surprise.
“Luo Hui, it’s your turn now. Ning Fan’s already finished his drink. What are you stalling for? Raising fish?”
“Come on, Brother Chao. A glass of wine can’t stump the little expert of the wine scene like me, can it?”
Luo Hui laughed heartily, tilted his head back, and downed his glass of red wine, then refilled both Ning Fan’s and his own glasses. Looking at Ning Fan, he raised his hand and said, “Your turn.”
Ning Fan’s expression didn’t change as he picked up his glass, drank it in one go, not spilling a drop.
Luo Hui did the same, finishing his drink in one go.
Wang Chao and the others chatted quietly and sipped their red wine between smiles as they watched the two compete in drinking.
One bottle gone…
Two bottles empty…
Three bottles…five bottles…
Soon, ten bottles of Romanée-Conti were all consumed by Luo Hui and Ning Fan.
Wang Chao’s brow didn’t even twitch as he hit the service bell and shouted to the hurriedly arriving Manager Cao, “Bring me another twenty bottles of Romanée-Conti!”
“Sure thing, Young Master Wang and my dear classmates, please hold on a moment!”
Manager Cao’s eyes were practically blooming with smiles as he busied himself with preparations.
Romanée-Conti, lauded as a top-tier red wine, is smooth to drink, and with its alluring aroma, it’s almost tantalizing like a beverage.
However, what most people don’t know is that its aftereffects are strong, and usually after three or five glasses in less than half an hour, dizziness creeps in.
Having drunk nearly four bottles of Romanée-Conti, this was exactly how Luo Hui felt.
Though the wine is good, drinking it as if it’s tap water can cause a certain sense of discomfort.
“I can’t… I’m done.”
Faced with the newly opened twenty bottles of Romanée-Conti, Luo Hui slumped onto the sofa, shaking his head and swallowing hard, saying, “I need a break and a restroom run before I can keep on drinking.”
Ning Fan, standing opposite him, said nothing, just poured himself another glass and drank it in one go.
Even now, Ning Fan showed no signs of change, not even a faltering step or a furrowed brow.
Looking at his bright, focused eyes, one could tell he was still sober, with this amount of wine nowhere near his tipping point.
“You were the one who wanted the drinking contest. Now you’re the one asking for a break. Are you chickening out?”
Ning Fan filled his empty cup with a smile, looking at Luo Hui lightly.
“I…”
Luo Hui, finding himself belittled by someone he considered a bumpkin, felt a surge of anger and was about to erupt.
Just as he was about to lash out, Wang Chao shot him a glance, bringing him back to his senses.
“Ha ha, my friend, you do have quite the capacity for liquor. Just now, while dining at Sparkling Star, you pretended like you couldn’t drink. Looks like money indeed talks; a thousand bucks birthed a wine immortality.”
Luo Hui said mockingly, “I won’t go to the restroom anymore. I concede. Now, it’s your show. Let’s see how much you can drink and how much I’ll pay!”
“Sure.”
Ning Fan uttered a single word, then tilted his head back and emptied his glass.
One glass…
Two glasses…
Three glasses…
After downing ten glasses of Romanée-Conti, Ning Fan put down his glass and smiled, “Time to settle the bill.”
“Wow…he’s not drunk yet.”
Luo Hui was astonished at Ning Fan’s clear enunciation.
Though feeling reluctant, Wang Chao had assured him earlier that he would cover all expenses, so Luo Hui wasn’t worried, pulling out a wad of Red Bills from his wallet, counting out exactly five thousand, and handing it to Ning Fan.
“Here’s five thousand up front. You keep drinking; I have plenty of money in my account. A thousand per glass, let’s see if you can drink me into bankruptcy.”
Luo Hui declared boldly, winning applause from everyone.
Ning Fan didn’t even glance at the five thousand handed to him. His expression suddenly turned cold as he pressed down on the table and said, “Sorry, I only take cash.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Luo Hui frowned, displeased.
“I mean, since you only have five thousand, you’ll have to return the five glasses to me. You can start your performance now.”
Ning Fan smirked, skillfully pouring the red wine into Luo Hui’s glass, just right, not a drop more, not a drop less.
“This…”
Faced with Ning Fan’s demand, Luo Hui was dumbfounded.
He knew his own drinking capacity well, and at this point, the fact that he wasn’t vomiting yet was already giving face to Wang Chao. Forcing down five more glasses could quite literally be a death sentence!
“Is having a good tolerance for alcohol so great? Luo Hui is already drunk, and you still push him to drink. Isn’t this going too far?”
Liu Qing couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out a pile of cash from her handbag, stacking eighteen thousand in change on the table, saying with a cold smile to Ning Fan, “This is leftover from buying clothes. I’ll cover for Luo Hui. Let’s keep drinking.”
“Please.”
Ning Fan, ever succinct, gestured to Liu Qing.
“Heh, do you think I’ll fear you? I bet you’re just a paper tiger by now. Want to make money? Not so easy!”
Liu Qing, a regular at nightlife spots, wouldn’t lose out to Luo Hui in drinking stamina. Seeing Ning Fan had already drunk ten more glasses than Luo Hui, she felt no fear and saw it as a chance to impress Wang Chao.