At first, no matter how much Zhang Fan drank, Jin Cheng could still hold his ground. When Zhang Fan finished twenty tables, although Jin Cheng was shocked, he remained firmly convinced that Zhang Fan would not be able to finish all one hundred tables of alcohol.
However, as time went by…
Thirty tables…
Fifty tables…
Seventy tables…
When Zhang Fan finished eighty tables of alcohol, still looking unfazed and at the same pace, Jin Cheng finally realized that he was probably going to lose this time.
But until the last moment, Jin Cheng still held onto a sliver of hope.
"He's truly a monster." Jin Cheng couldn't understand how Zhang Fan's stomach could hold so much alcohol, and this was something everyone present was incredibly confused about.
"The last table…"
Zhang Fan placed the ten empty bottles he had finished back on the table and looked at the last table of alcohol, murmuring softly.
Hearing this, the crowd finally snapped out of their daze. Looking at the row of tables, half a person high, all cleared, they finally realized that Zhang Fan was truly going to finish these one hundred tables of alcohol.
When the last table of alcohol was finished by Zhang Fan, the bar fell into a deathly silence. In less than an hour, they had truly witnessed what it meant to be able to drink without getting drunk.
"Boss is awesome!"
Geng Lesheng, who had watched Zhang Fan swallow all one hundred tables of alcohol without spilling a drop from beginning to end, couldn't help but shout excitedly. He felt a sense of shared pride as the shocked gazes of the people in the bar were cast upon him, standing alongside Zhang Fan.
Hearing the address "Boss," Yi Ziping and Qi Wenxuan also came to their senses. The ranking in their dorm would need to change, as Zhang Fan had indeed drunk all one hundred tables of alcohol.
"Is this the great divine ability of a Saint Domain expert?" Xu Youran stared at Zhang Fan's stomach, which hadn't changed at all, and muttered to herself.
At this moment, Xu Youran suddenly became very interested in cultivation. If Saint Domain experts possessed such divine abilities, wouldn't that mean they could eat as much as they wanted without getting fat?
Lin Ruyue and Xu Youran, who generally paid little attention to the martial arts world of Huaxia, both assumed Zhang Fan was still only a Saint Domain expert.
If Zhang Fan knew what Xu Youran was thinking, he would surely burst out laughing. The reason he could drink so much alcohol was not due to his stomach capacity, but because he relied on a magical art to refine and absorb it all.
Even Saint Domain experts were, after all, mortals. They were far from reaching the stage of abstaining from grain. It would be impossible for them to finish a hundred tables of alcohol.
"One hundred tables of alcohol, all gone." Zhang Fan turned his head and looked at the slightly pale-faced Jin Cheng, smiling as he said.
"The drinking capacity of Zhang Fan's brother can only be described as astonishing and unprecedented. Today's performance has truly opened my eyes…" Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Jin Cheng finally snapped out of his shock and forced a dry laugh.
"Enough nonsense, hand over the money." Zhang Fan waved his hand, interrupting Jin Cheng's words, and said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's impolite words, Jin Cheng's face suddenly froze, showing a look of difficulty. One million yuan was not a small sum, even for him, and not something he could easily produce.
However, the bet was proposed by him, and with so many people present as witnesses, it would be difficult to go back on his word.
What made Jin Cheng slightly despair was that he didn't have that much money on him at the moment.
Furthermore, in addition to paying the bet he lost to Zhang Fan, he also needed to pay the bar over a million yuan for the venue rental. Suddenly producing over two million yuan would be extremely difficult, even for him.
The original intention was that renting the bar for the night would only cost twenty to thirty thousand yuan, but now Zhang Fan alone had drunk over a million yuan worth of fruit wine. None of this was in his budget.
Jin Cheng's hesitation undoubtedly made everyone think he was trying to renege. They all looked at him with disdain, making Jin Cheng feel very ashamed.
He, Young Master Jin, was usually very prestigious wherever he went. When had he ever been so downcast?
"Brother Yang." At this moment, Jin Cheng could only cast a pleading glance at the companion who had come with him.
Hearing Jin Cheng's words, the young man called Brother Yang shook his head and looked at Jin Cheng with a hint of pity. He said, "You know I never carry cash when I go out."
Hearing this, Jin Cheng felt like cursing. Even if you did carry cash, you wouldn't possibly carry a million yuan around, would you?
However, since he was asking for a favor, he had to suppress his annoyance.
"How about a card?" Jin Cheng asked.
Although they walked with their shoulders clasped together, to put it more bluntly, they were just drinking buddies. Even Jin Cheng himself didn't believe they had deep feelings for each other.
"If Brother Yang helps me get through tonight's difficulty, I will definitely give you an extra two hundred thousand as a reward." Jin Cheng said.
However, under Jin Cheng's expectant gaze, the young man still shook his head without hesitation and said, "You know I don't have that much money in my card."
"I know your mother!" Jin Cheng desperately wanted to roar but ultimately suppressed it.
Unable to borrow money, Jin Cheng felt helpless and turned to Zhang Fan, saying, "Brother Zhang Fan, I don't have that much money on me right now. How about you wait here for a moment? I'll go home and get the money for you."
"Heh heh, so this guy dared to bet without money. It looks like he wanted to get something for nothing," Geng Lesheng sneered upon seeing this.
"I thought he was some rich young master, but it turns out he's just a nouveau riche, and by the looks of it, not even a particularly ostentatious one," Xu Youran also chuckled lightly and shook her head.
Previously, Jin Cheng had acted so magnanimously in front of them, but he couldn't even produce two million yuan, which was so difficult for him. It was unexpected that Jin Cheng was so poor.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't waste any more words. He beckoned a waiter and said, "Call your manager over."
Hearing Zhang Fan's command, the waiter quickly nodded in agreement.
Zhang Fan casually leaned back on the sofa and waited quietly.
Earlier, when he had bet with Jin Cheng, Manager Wang had patted his chest and guaranteed that no one would dare to go back on their word for any bet witnessed by their bar.
Now, Zhang Fan wanted to see how Manager Wang would handle the situation.
"It's over, my dad will definitely beat me to death." Seeing that Zhang Fan had directly called the manager over, Jin Cheng was filled with despair.
Once Manager Wang arrived, he would surely demand that Jin Cheng pay for the venue rental for the night and the bet he lost to Zhang Fan. If he couldn't pay, they would definitely call his parents to pick him up…
Over two million yuan, while not an insignificant amount for his Jin family, was still something they could afford. However, if his stingy father found out he had squandered so much money outside, a good beating was inevitable.
After all, as the ancient saying goes: "Under the rod, a filial son emerges…"