"Zhang Fan, the hundred bottles of wine you have lined up could allow someone to bathe in them. Are you sure you intend to drink them all?" Xu Youran stared, stunned, at the hundred bottles of fruit wine piled before him, her mind reeling.
She hadn't had much of a concept of a hundred bottles of wine initially, but when they were all laid out in front of her, she finally understood what an astonishing number it was.
"Yeah, Little Third Brother, why don't we just admit defeat? You two are both so wealthy anyway, you wouldn't miss ten million. It's more important to stay alive," Yi Ziping also advised.
Ten million yuan was an astronomical figure to him, but it was nothing to Zhang Fan and Qin Luoshui.
Qin Luoshui was the eldest daughter of the Qin family, one of the four great families of Yan Jing, and was naturally incredibly wealthy.
As for Zhang Fan, just the formula for the catalytic original liquid that they knew of was enough to make him a billionaire within two years. Moreover, they could tell that Zhang Fan's family background was certainly not ordinary.
"Do you all have so little confidence in me?" Zhang Fan shook his head with a smile upon hearing this.
"Brother, it's not that we lack confidence in you, it's just that this scene is truly over the top." Geng Lesheng surveyed the surroundings, surrounded by countless bottles of fruit wine, and patted Zhang Fan's shoulder with a sigh.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan could only exchange a look with Qin Luoshui. They both shared a knowing smile. Only the two of them knew that drinking these hundred bottles of wine was indeed not a difficult task for Zhang Fan.
"Heh heh, Brother Zhang Fan, when do we start?" Jin Cheng, seeing that Zhang Fan hadn't begun, walked over and asked with a grin.
Although his initial intention was to pursue Xu Youran, the bet with Zhang Fan was now the most important thing.
After all, there was ten million yuan at stake!
Even though their Jin family had a deep foundation, what Jin Cheng could obtain for himself now was not much. If he could win this ten million yuan, his future days would be incredibly comfortable.
Compared to chasing girls, money was naturally more important.
"Since you're in such a hurry, let's start now." Zhang Fan flicked his wrist, and everyone saw ten bottles of fruit wine instantly appear in his hands, as if by magic.
Zhang Fan tilted his head back and poured all ten bottles of fruit wine into his stomach simultaneously, not a single drop spilled.
Seeing this, the surrounding onlookers marveled. Having drunk wine for so many years, this was the first time they had ever seen someone drink like this, or dare to drink like this.
"Is this guy a circus performer?" Even Jin Cheng, who had seen a lot, was stunned by this scene.
Each bottle was one hundred milliliters, so ten bottles of fruit wine combined was one liter, equivalent to two bottles of mineral water.
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to drink two bottles of mineral water in one go, let alone wine?
In less than three seconds, the ten bottles of fruit wine were emptied. Zhang Fan ignored the shocked gazes of the crowd and waved his hand again, and another ten bottles of fruit wine appeared in his hands…
Following the same procedure, in less than a minute, Zhang Fan alone had finished one hundred bottles of fruit wine. This speed, while not necessarily unprecedented, was certainly unparalleled.
"Finishing a hundred bottles of fruit wine in less than a minute, this speed could probably qualify for the Guinness World Records!" exclaimed one of the guests watching.
"Indeed impressive, no wonder he dared to make such a bet. However, finishing a hundred bottles of wine is still clearly impossible. You must know, the more you drink, the harder it becomes to swallow."
"That's right, I bet he won't have it as easy with the second hundred bottles…" someone asserted. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was stunned into silence.
Because in just a few dozen seconds, Zhang Fan had finished another hundred bottles, and his speed was even a few seconds faster than when he drank the first hundred.
Despite being somewhat surprised by Zhang Fan's drinking speed and capacity, Jin Cheng had never worried about himself, after all, there were a hundred bottles.
Zhang Fan had drunk so much, yet he hadn't even consumed a tenth of it, so even with Zhang Fan's undiminished momentum, he still wasn't too worried.
"It seems I underestimated Brother Zhang Fan. I thought you'd drink at most three or four hundred bottles. Judging by the look of things, he won't stop until he's drunk seven or eight hundred bottles," Jin Cheng said with a smile to his companion.
"It's your turn to be cocky," his companion could only say helplessly. However, anyone who won ten million yuan for no reason would likely be incredibly smug.
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As Zhang Fan was guzzling away, in a exquisitely decorated and grand suite on the second floor of the bar, the slightly overweight Manager Wang stood quietly beside a middle-aged man, appearing very respectful.
And on the leather sofa in the center of the suite, a middle-aged man leaned back casually. Not far in front of him, there was a huge LCD screen, which was currently displaying the scene of Zhang Fan drinking.
"The eleventh hundred bottles…"
"Such a capacity, even for me, this is the first time I've encountered it in my life."
The middle-aged man picked up his wine glass and took a sip of red wine, sighing with emotion. However, he had after all seen a lot of the world, and was not overly astonished.
But the patrons in the bar did not have the experience of the bar owner. After Zhang Fan finished the eleventh hundred bottles, the bar, which had been quite noisy, was now completely silent. Even the music had stopped, and everyone was staring intently at Zhang Fan, their eyes filled with a trace of shock.
"Within an hour, collect his information for me." After Zhang Fan finished twenty hundred bottles, the middle-aged man finally made a move, wanting to recruit Zhang Fan and have him work for him.
"Yes, Boss." Manager Wang nodded quickly upon hearing this.
A hundred bottles of wine, if a normal person were to drink it, they wouldn't be able to finish it even if they drank themselves to death, but for Zhang Fan, it was not a difficult task.
In the eyes of everyone, his stomach seemed to have infinite space, never filling up. After drinking dozens of liters of wine, Zhang Fan's stomach did not bulge, which was extremely miraculous.
It was naturally far beyond Zhang Fan's current ability to cultivate an internal space, but circulating his cultivation technique to refine this mere wine was an easy task for Zhang Fan.
Regardless, Zhang Fan was currently a cultivator at the late stage of the Divine Sea Realm, long having transcended the realm of ordinary people.
In terms of strength, he could even contend with peak Divine Realm experts. If he were to be defeated by mere wine, and other Divine Realm experts were to find out, they would likely mock him endlessly.
If it weren't for Zhang Fan's fear of scaring the people in the bar, he could have used his techniques to inhale all one hundred bottles of wine into his abdomen in one go, but that would likely have caused quite a stir.
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