"This person is so powerful," observed two men and one woman, intently watching the situation at Zhang Fan's table, not far away. The heavily made-up girl with a bewitching aura stared at Zhang Fan, her eyes holding a hint of surprise as she spoke.
"He's got some skill. Jin Cheng is probably going to be at a disadvantage," the man sitting beside the girl nodded in agreement.
They were well aware of Jin Cheng's drinking capacity; even the two of them combined couldn't match him. Yet, at this moment, Jin Cheng was clearly struggling.
Jin Cheng truly felt the gap in their abilities. Fifty bottles of wine per round, and Zhang Fan effortlessly downed twenty-seven, appearing relaxed and composed. In contrast, Jin Cheng had given his all but couldn't keep up with Zhang Fan's pace, managing only twenty-three bottles.
Moreover, judging by Zhang Fan's demeanor, he seemed far from satisfied.
"Brother Zhang Fan, your alcohol tolerance is impressive. You must be part of the scene. I wonder which area you usually frequent? I haven't heard of you before," Jin Cheng said enthusiastically to Zhang Fan.
Yan Jing was vast, but Jin Cheng considered his social circle to be wide. With Zhang Fan's drinking prowess, he should have been well-known if he frequented nightlife venues often. Yet, Jin Cheng had never heard of him, which indeed made him curious about the origin of this group.
"You're overthinking it. I don't have that much time to be here every day," Zhang Fan shook his head, pointing at the empty wine bottles on the table. "This round is finished. It looks like we'll have to order more?"
"Heh, since Brother Zhang Fan is still enjoying himself, feel free to order. I already said, no matter how much you drink, it's all on me tonight," Jin Cheng said magnanimously, waving for a waiter.
Zhang Fan and his companions were well aware of Jin Cheng's intentions; he was spending a fortune to impress Xu Youran.
Xu Youran found Jin Cheng's display amusing. She then shifted her gaze to Zhang Fan, hoping he would teach this show-off young man a valuable lesson.
"Xiao Sanzi, if you can bankrupt him today, you'll be our dorm's boss from now on," Geng Lesheng shouted in support.
Hearing this, Xu Youran smiled appreciatively at Geng Lesheng. She was increasingly satisfied with her best friend's boyfriend.
Geng Lesheng was naturally delighted by Xu Youran's approval, knowing her close relationship with Lin Ruyue, which was like that of sisters. As Lin Ruyue's boyfriend, he naturally had to help Xu Youran.
"What do you guys think?" Zhang Fan asked, turning to Yi Ziping and Qi Wenxuan.
To become the dorm boss, he naturally needed the agreement of the second brother, Yi Ziping, and the fourth brother, Qi Wenxuan.
Even if Zhang Fan were offered the position of leader of the Green Gang, he wouldn't be interested. However, he did find the idea of being the dorm boss somewhat appealing.
He felt the nickname 'Xiao Sanzi' didn't quite match his persona, and if it could be changed, that would be ideal.
"If you can make him cry, you'll be the boss," Yi Ziping also felt quite displeased with Jin Cheng. He had been eyeing Xu Youran for a long time without success, and this guy was immediately trying to woo her, which made him feel awkward.
As for Qi Wenxuan, who was naturally calm, he had no objections. Regardless, he would always be the fourth brother.
Hearing Zhang Fan's conversation with his brothers, Jin Cheng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. These guys were indeed too young. While this fruit wine wasn't cheap, costing ten thousand per round, even if Zhang Fan had an extraordinary tolerance, he estimated he'd only manage two or three rounds at most.
Since he had booked the entire venue, an extra ten or twenty thousand wouldn't mean much to him.
However, upon hearing Zhang Fan's next words, he was stunned into silence.
"In that case..." Zhang Fan turned to the waiter and said earnestly, "Bring me a hundred rounds first..."
"A hundred rounds?" Everyone present was dumbfounded. Even Geng Lesheng and the others hadn't anticipated Zhang Fan's boldness.
They all knew Zhang Fan could drink, but finishing five or six rounds would already be considered a miracle. A hundred rounds? Only a god could accomplish that!
"Xiao Sanzi, are you really going to risk it all for just a nickname?" Geng Lesheng asked, dumbfounded.
"A hundred rounds of wine? It's nothing, no need to risk anything," Zhang Fan waved his hand casually.
"Heh, it seems Brother Zhang Fan is already drunk. A hundred rounds of wine would probably require the entire bar to drink it to finish," Jin Cheng said with a wry smile.
"And what if I can finish it all by myself?" Zhang Fan asked, grinning at Jin Cheng.
"If Brother Zhang Fan can do it, I'll pay for the hundred rounds," Jin Cheng said without hesitation.
"That's what you should be doing anyway," Zhang Fan replied indifferently.
"Each round costs ten thousand. If Brother Zhang Fan can finish a hundred rounds, I'll give you a million. But what if you can't?" Jin Cheng said, after a moment of thought, staring at Zhang Fan.
"If he can't finish it, I'll give you ten million," Qin Luoshui directly took out a black gold card and placed it on the table.
Upon seeing the card, Jin Cheng's smile faltered slightly. His father also possessed a similar black card, emitting a golden sheen.
According to his father, this card alone could allow him to overdraw ten million from major banks unconditionally. Without a certain status and standing, it was impossible to obtain.
However, Jin Cheng's expression soon relaxed. He looked at Zhang Fan, who didn't object. With a smile, he declared, "In that case, it's a deal!"
"With so many friends present as witnesses, I doubt anyone would dare go back on their word."
"Bring out a hundred rounds of wine from your cellar," Jin Cheng personally instructed the waiter.
"Young Master Jin... even if we emptied our cellar, we wouldn't have this much wine..." the waiter said helplessly.
"You idiot, get out of the way!" At this moment, the bar manager rushed over and said to Jin Cheng with a smile, "Since Young Master Jin requires it, no matter the cost, we will procure it."
"Heh, Brother Wang, you're too kind. Even if it's not enough, it's fine. Let alone a hundred rounds, even ten rounds, I don't think anyone could finish them," Jin Cheng said. The person who arrived was merely a bar manager, but the bar had significant backing, so he was relatively polite.
"Furthermore, I hope Brother Wang can act as a witness for this bet. If anyone goes back on their word, I hope Brother Wang can lend his support." Jin Cheng said.
"Heh, Young Master Jin, rest assured. Within our bar, no one dares to act shamelessly." The manager Wang was also very polite to Jin Cheng, the benefactor.
Under Jin Cheng's orders, rounds of fruit wine were soon carried to the table. Eventually, one table wasn't enough, and surrounding tables had to be moved over. Even so, a hundred rounds of wine were lined up, forming a row half a person high.
"Will playing like this lead to death?"
"Although this wine is fruit wine, its alcohol content is not low. I suspect one round would send someone to the hospital to use the internet..."
"They're not stupid. If they can't drink it, they won't. At most, they'll just lose some money."
"Some? That's ten million!"
At this moment, other patrons in the bar had lost interest in drinking. All their attention was drawn to the commotion caused by Zhang Fan, and they crowded around to watch.
Even patrons from other bars, upon hearing the news, rushed over to witness the spectacle.
"Your luck is quite good, running into such a reckless young man," the man accompanying Jin Cheng walked up to him and said with a smile.
"It's not bad at all. But it's all thanks to Brother Yang for inviting me out tonight, otherwise I wouldn't have met him, haha." Jin Cheng felt this bet was already a foregone conclusion, with only the collection of winnings left. Therefore, he appeared exceptionally pleased at this moment.
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